Violence is The Answer

"Huh?". She tilted her head and stared blankly at him. "I'm the lady from last night, you agreed to let me do an interview. Remember?".

"I remember seeing you by the roadside yesterday, now you've concocted some bullshit story about wanting to interview me? Get out".

His last words were so calm they sent chills down her spine. But she was almost certain it couldn't be a dream! First off, there were other people asides from them. Secondly, she'd bled! Although there were no signs of injuries on her body, her thorn-up shirt was enough evidence. Lastly, she couldn't have had any opportunity to fall asleep and even if it had happened in the taxi, how the hell did she get back to her apartment?

Her eyes narrowed in impatience. Although she'd come to call off the interview and lower her head to plead for a job, he didn't have to be such an asshole about it. It was a huge blow to her pride.