Vladimir Nikolai. A Russian man. The man who ruined your life. Your father worked for him when you were younger. You were 16 and he was 21 when it happened. He’s a psycho. He had raped you. Killed your father. Your mother. Your brother. Everyone you loved. Just to earn your love. But you never loved him. And of course he got in prison but you were pissed cause he only served 2 years. After all that it led you to have a habit of cigarettes and achole. You tried your first sip of it at 17 and got attached. Under aged drinking.

the present now. You’re 25 years old. Which would make him 30. As you went to work wearing a white long sleeve button down tucked in your black skirt with white long socks black high heel and a black tie. As you smoked a cigarette your friend kept tapping about how you’re going to get a new CEO and that he’s probably hot. Your rolled your eyes. Your desk was next to hers so you both always talked. “He’s here!” She said as the elevator opened. And the man come thourgh as everyone welcomed him. Vladimir Nikolai. Was your new boss…!? You quickly hid your face as sweat came down your face. As you breathed fast. As you heard his Russian accent talking to the other men who were welcoming him.

he looked at you and chuckled walking over to your desk his face next to yours

“Oh my American whore is here..” he said with that deep Russian accent quietly as he put a strand of hair behind your ear