Love and ego episode 3

Love and ego episode 3
When it was Claire’s turn, she nervously entered the office and swallowed hærd when she noticed Mr. Rendell sitting between Mr. Raybon and the woman who called the next applicants in. His hærd eyes were fixed on her and they spelled trouble.
“Good morning.” She greeted after softly clearing her throat and sitting on the single arm chair facing the interview panel.
“No one asked you to sit.” Mr. Rendell’s hærd voice broke the silence and Claire politely stood up.
“What’s your name?” The woman asked going through a sheaf of papers in a file.
“Claire Smith.” Claire answered.
Hesitantly glancing at Me. Rendell, Mr. Raybon finally gestured to her to sit and the interview began. As Claire answered questions, she tried very hærd not to meet Mr. Rendell’s intimidating gaze, lest she faltered. She would look to her right at Mr. Raybon and to her left at the woman whenever she was asked or answered a question but never in front of her. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she tried to act as bold as she could. When they were done interviewing her and she was about to rise and take her leave, he stopped her with his next question.
“Why do you want to work in Rendell’s Company?”
She finally met his eyes. “Because I believe I could make a significant impact.”
“Why do you think this company needs someone like you?” he questioned further, straining the word ‘someone’ in a degrading tone.
“Because I am very competent and deliver with accuracy.” She answered still.
He scrutinized her for a moment then ordered, “Leave us.”
Mr. Raybon and the woman gathered their files and exited the office immediately, leaving her to his mercy. When they were gone, he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. “Stand up.” He ordered and when she obeyed, wondering what he was up to, he ordered yet again, ‘turn your back to me.”
“I beg your pardon?!”
“Turn your back to me!”
Reluctantly, she obeyed and after a moment of awkward silence, a thought struck her, she asked without looking at him. “Wait a minute, are you staring at my ass?!”
“Yes and you are on the flat side.” He remarked.
Feeling insulted, she spun around to look at him in surprise. “I don’t have a flat ass! You have no idea how many squats I have to do daily to pump those glutes up!” she defended.
“Yet so insignificant…” he said indifferently, then added, “Even though you do not deserve it, you’ll get the job but with several other unofficial duties attached.”
“What does that mean?” She asked.
“You’ll find out.” He said and as she opened her mouth to ask another question, he simply stated dismissively. “You can leave now.”
Wanting to call him a jerk, she held the words back and walked out of the office. Claire went home anxious for the next day. When she got home, she noticed the light of her answering machine blinking. She pressed the button as she undress and the voice of her ex popped up. He had been asking that they got back together again but she had been ignoring him. She listened to the message and realized that he expressing how much he missed her and wanted her back.
He had left five messages and each his tone in each message was increasingly frightening because he had moved from trying to implore her to threatening and calling her names such as bitch and slut out of frustration of being ignored. Unable to take it anymore, Claire crossed the room in long strides and switched it off, stunned by his words. He obviously hadn’t changed one bit and that was why she had kicked him out in the first place.
Later that night, she could hærdly sleep because of the neighbours next door who were having s€× and they were so aggressive with it that the headboard of their bed kept slamming against her wall according to the rhythm the assh-le next took. And what was worse was the fact that the woman was a scre-mer. She scre-med like a damn banshee and could wait up the entire street.
In frustration, Claire rose from her bed and repeatedly slapped the wall separating her apartment from her neighbour’s. “Keep it down, you morons!” She yelled but they ignored her. “I’m gonna call the cops!” She threatened but the couple were too engrossed in their crazy love making session that they paid no heed.
Grunting in frustration, Claire stalked back to her bed and slumped down on it, hiding her head under her pillow. “Crazy couple.” She mused under breath and hugged her pillow tighter around her head but it was difficult to complete block out the noise.
Later that night, her worst nightmare happened. She had fallen asleep with her head still under the pillows when someone stealthily walked into her room, got on the bed and pushed the pillows h-rder down on her head, holding the pillow in place and pinning her under it.
Alarmed, Claire struggled and tried to scre-m but her cries were muffled by the pillow. She was trapped and could only move her legs since she was lying on her belly. Adding more pressure on the pillow, her attacker tore off her p-nties with a single violent pull, bearing her to his lustful eyes.
Claire tried to twist away from his hold but he punched her hærd on the th-gh and that made her cry out in pain. Despite all her attempts to free herself, she felt him nudge her legs apart and soon helped himself into her. Knowing that the battle was lost, she gradually stopped trying to fight back and resulted to crying under the pillow while her unknown attacker s€×ually assaulted her from behind.
To Be Continued…