Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

I'm an assassin

Few weeks later

~Christian~

'President, the same lady is here again, requesting to see you' 

I snarled angrily. 'Do you need orders to send her out?'

He bowed slightly. 'I'll do that right away, sir'

Before he had the chance to depart my office, she stumbled in, scurrying close to where I stood. She looked disoriented, unlike her usual self. Her hair was a mess, her face had sweat smeared all over it, and her eyes were red and swollen. The mere sight of her triggered memories I'd tried so hard to seal within me. 

To my irritation, she dropped to her knees and looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. 'What do you want me to do hunhh? To portray my remorsefulness? To beg for forgiveness? Tell me. I'll do anything you want' she clamoured.

My expression turned cold. Few days before, this was what I wanted. Her kneeling before me, begging desperately with doleful tears in her eyes just like she made me plead but now, it angered me that she was doing this. 

I allowed my hostile blue eyes to peer deep into hers. 'There's nothing you'll do that'll appease for your sins, woman. Stop pestering me and save yourself the tiny dignity you have left' I croaked frenziedly, turning my back towards her.

She grabbed my legs to stop me from moving. 'I made you. Don't forget that!' she squealed.

I spun to face her. 'I won't remind you again to leave my office!' I roared rigidly.

She slouched her shoulders, weakly stumbled to her feet, stare up at me scornfully and whispered. 'How did you turn a devil overnight?'

"Overnight?" I asked, my voice dangerously low as I froze. Even though the sight of her irritated me, I squatted and leaned over until my face was mere inches from hers. I needed to be looking at her eyes for this. "Did you just say overnight?"

"Yes!" she yelled. The spark in her eyes expressed elation that I finally gave her attention. She thought she got me. "You were not like this! This is sudd-!"

I grabbed her by the neck before she could even complete those words. "Shut up."

"W-What are you doing?!" she shrieked. Her elation quickly changed to horror as she finally noticed the hatred in my eyes. 

"This wasn't overnight, you made me into this," I snarled at her as I finally let go of her. She immediately scurried away from me the second I let go of her as her facial expression was one of terror. That was the look I wanted to see her have, but even this wasn't enough. I wasn't satisfied yet. 

"B-But, I'm sorry," she stuttered. "All I ask is that you at least listen to me."

"Why?" I asked. "You think you could just say sorry and everything would be okay? You ruined my life, Laura! You broke me! You, Laura Palmer, killed the Dylan that you once knew."

"And I'm sorry!" she yelled. "Why don't you understand that? What more do I have to say?"

"Nothing," I replied calmly. "The Dylan you used to know might have listened to you, but Christian Forbes has better things to do than giving his time to a gold digger."

"Dylan-"

"Kick her out," I ordered and the guards immediately moved over to her, threatening to make her leave by force.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled as she stood up. She looked straight at me for a few seconds as crocodile tears trickled down her cheeks. " Your life is in danger. Be careful where you thread."

I cocked an eyebrow at her "Is that a threat?"

"No," she shook her head. "It's genuine concern for you, Dylan. The man I-"

"Throw her out," I interrupted her and she was ushered out of the office as quickly as possible. 

There was a deathly silence in the office as I slumped into my seat. "I need a drink."

I made my way to the bar on the right side of the office and poured myself some vodka. "Things just keep getting tougher and tougher the higher I go."

"Good day, sir," a calm feminine voice greeted as she made her way inside without knocking. 

"And who are you?" I asked.

"Your new personal assistant," she smiled. "My name is Donna."

"I don't remember hiring a personal assistant," I said in confusion. "Infact, I just acquired this company."

"Oh, is that so?" she placed a finger on her chin, strangely unperturbed by the awkward atmosphere. "I guess I was employed by the former owner then. I'll just start working with you."

"The former owner had a PA," I informed her, reaching for the bottle of vodka on the bar counter. Laura's words replayed in my head as I kept my distance from the strange woman.

"Oh?" she smiled. "Are you scared of me?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked calmly, gripping the bottle tight.

"To do my job."

"What job?" 

"To be your PA."

"We aren't hiring."

Her smile immediately turned into a twisted snarl as she took out a pair of daggers. "From hell, that is."

"Shit!" I hissed as she charged at me, throwing one dagger at me with pinpoint precision which I barely avoided and stabbing at me with the other. I swung the bottle at the blade hoping to parry it but it luckily ended up smashing against her fingers which caused her to let go of the blade. 

I immediately tackled her down to the floor with a spear to her torso and immobilized her by straddling her and pinning down her arms.

"This is a precarious situation," she breathed heavily. The spear from earlier must have knocked the wind out of her lungs. "I came here for an assassination, not to get raped."

"Who sent you?" I asked.

"Beep, error," she smiled. "Confidential information. I can't disclose."

"You would be spending a lot of years in jail for this," I threatened her.

"No, I won't," she replied nonchalantly. "Wanna bet?"

"Then why don't we make a deal?" I said. "Whatever you were paid, I'll triple it. Work for me instead."

"Hmm, I was paid quite a large number," she said. "Are you sure you can't triple it?

"Try me," I smiled. "Do we have a deal?"

"What kind of work are we talking about?" 

"Protect me," I said. "I'll pay you whatever you want for that."

"I'm an assassin," she replied. "I don't babysit."

"You don't have to babysit all the time," I insisted. "You can do your job, but make sure to keep up appearances once in a while."

She hesitated for a few seconds.

"Think about it," I smiled. "It's cool cash when you don't have a job at hand."

"I'll hold off killing you for now until I see the cash," she finally. "So we have a deal for now."

"Good," I stood up from her and adjusted my outfit. "You're hired as my PA, Donna."