Chapter 2 Second Chapter

LutherCorp seemed larger than it was in the video. When I got an email saying the company

was in need of a cleaner and the pay was really good, I couldn't stop myself from applying.

This is my only opportunity to get to my target.

LutherCorp is bustling with people dressed in corporate wear, looking sharp and I curse myself

for dressing too casual. At least I'll be getting a cleaner's uniform.

As I walk through the doors, a man walks up to me, his phone in one hand and a bundle in

another hand. He stares at it and stares at me. Do the same thing two more times before

coming to a conclusion.

"Are you Vivian Hathaway?" He asks and I nod, stretching forth my hand to shake him.

"Yes, sir. I am. Nice to meet you.

" He stares at my hand and hands me the bundle in his hand instead.

"You're five minutes late already. Get dressed and go over to the seventh floor. Meet with the

secretary and she'll assign you to your first duty.

" Without waiting for my reply, he walks off.I almost pull up my middle finger at him but I settle for sticking out my tongue instead. Very

childish but who cares.

I look at the bundle in my hand and realize it's my uniform. The usual black and white and I

curse. Can't we just wear something not this cliche and awful? It will very much save a lot of pride. But even with my complaint, I find a secure room and change there. The uniform is tight and

short, showcasing more of my curves and my tits are popping out.

Maybe I am wrong about this. The smile escapes my lips at how seductive I look. If there is any

way to get to David Luther, it's this way.

I've heard about his nightly club activities. He'd definitely want something like this.

I stare at the mirror and my reflection stares back at me. My pale blue eyes are tired from lack of sleep from the waitress job I had last night. My chestnut hair is messy and unpacked. I sigh as I

straighten it as best as I can, checking my body out in the mirror again, as I tie my sweatshirt

over my shoulders and I pull the gown a little lower to try to act modest.

I exit the room and find the elevator, it doesn't take me too long to find it. I press the '7' button,

anticipating how my first day of work will be like.

The elevator dings and opens and the first thing I see is a large desk with a pretty woman sitting

on it. Her smile is broad, making her red lipstick stretch on her lips. But it slowly falls as she

sees me walking towards her.

I feel her eyes scan my body and I almost feel insecure.

"You must be the new cleaner.

" She says, her eyes showing a bit of disgust.

"Mr Luther would

be around soon so you should get his office cleaned up. Do not touch anything you're not meant to touch. He likes his things the way he wants them to be. Is that understood?" I nod in

compliance as she points with her perfectly manicured fingers towards the door.

Bitch! Who exactly does she think she is speaking to me in that manner? If it weren't for the situation,

I'd be way above her. I throw her a fake smile and walk into the assigned office, making sure to

swing my hips as I move.

Take that bitch!As I step into the office, I lose my breath for a second. The office is wide with a massive mahogany table right in the center. On it, perfectly arranged paper work and a name tag with 'David Luther' written in gold.

The room is painted cream and light blue, giving the office a bright glow. On one side of the wall

is a massive portrait of David and his parents standing beside him. Just staring at his image

makes me boil with hate and anger.

This should have been mine. It was my family's sweat that built this, not David's. I'll be taking

every single thing back. That's a promise.

I get set to work, going into the bathroom, built in the office and getting dusters and I start with

his table. It's spotless already but I still dust it, making sure to not knock over the stack of

paperwork. I move over to a shelf not too far from his desk and I start with the one having his awards in it.

There are rows of awards with different shapes and sizes. One catches my eyes and I drop the duster to inspect it. It's made of glass and shaped like an

orb on top of a square box. I'm about to read what it's for when a voice startles me.

"What are you doing here?" A male baritone voice says behind me. almost sounding like a low

rumble, the tone slightly irritated.

I jump, dropping the award. The glass shatters into many pieces before me. I open my mouth in

shock and my face contorts in horror.

I didn't mean to do that.

As I stare at David, I can't help but think, he is more handsome in person. Too bad he'll be

miserable as I am in a few months.

I remember myself and begin my act.

"I'm sorry, sir, very sorry. I'll get that cleaned up now. " I knell and begin to pick the shattered pieces from the floor, making sure my tits are open and the swell is evident.

The door opens and the smiling secretary enters. Her smile is bright and in her eyes is

admiration till she sees on the floor, picking broken pieces of her boss' award.

"You piece of shit! I thought I told you not to touch anything. This will be taken from your salary,

believe me."

Not you, bitch.I almost wince but I keep up the facade.

"I'm so sorry, I did not mean to break it...

" I begin to say but the secretary cuts me off.

"Get that cleaned up immediately and take it to the head of cleaners. He'll have something

worthy in-store for you. I'm sure."

"Leave." A voice says and it takes me a few seconds to realize it's coming from David. His eyes are not leaving mine as I see the intensity in his glare. I make my way to leave but he stops me. "Not you.

" he says, turning to look again at his secretary.

"You."

Her eyes widened in surprise, as though she could not understand why he would ask her to

leave even though I am the one that smashed open his artifact. She turns around ,giving me a

ghastly glare before leaving.

Now, with the both of us alone in the room, I feel his eyes rummage down my body and coming

back to my face and I see the desire in them. It causes me to almost smirk.

"Who are you?" He asks, his voice now low, almost as though he does not want me to be

frightened.

I clear my throat, getting rid of the hiccup in my voice and finally answer.

"My name is Vivian. I'm the new cleaner assigned to your office. I was going to leave... I

shouldn't have touched it. I'm sorry. I'll pay for it.

"I say to him as I scramble to clean the mess I

made. He opens his mouth to say something but someone barges into the office, a blonde haired

woman who looks like she has an attitude problem, and from the looks on her face, she is not pleased to see me.