A/N: This story contains angst and will dwell on dark themes. It's not suitable for younger readers. Please enter with caution and bear in mind that included in the upcoming chapters is: sex, abuse, crime, torture and other themes that may not be comfortable for all readers.
Full summary
Once a model for Playboy magazine, now a member of the cleaning staff of the Cullen's Company. Bella tries to live a normal life, until one late afternoon a corrupt team with a structured, organized plan wants to destroy the major company she works for. The missing piece to their perfected plan is finally found, dressed as a janitor, minding her own business.
Preface
"Was there anything you needed, Miss Swan?"
His tone suggested his boredom.
She stared at the heavy desk where they'd tied her, humiliated her and hurt her.
The words wouldn't leave her lips, so she gave him what was in her hand. It was a letter of her resignation - effective and almost immediately. She would finish her shift of the day. She was aware of rules, but her mind wasn't in the right place to care.
He looked at it with raised eyebrows and before he could reply, she already turned to walk out of his office.
The gossip was out before the ten am coffee break...
"Did you hear? The model quit her job!"
"Quit? No! The boss fired her."
"No! He fired her?"
"Of course! Makes much more sense."
...
"The model is fired?"
"Why is she still roaming this floor?"
...
"Serves her right! Never did I dream a whore would be allowed to work in a prestigious company such as the CC."
...
"I'm telling you, he offered her money for sex and now he's through with her."
"How much do you think he gave her?"
"Not much."
...
"It's fantastic news. The model had sex with the boss, for free!"
"The whore fucks for free."
...
"She isn't even pretty."
"Obviously! The boss himself fired her."
"He didn't even bother to slip her a fifty dollar bill."
...
"Should we tell the model to get off this property?"
"She is trespassing. We could."
"Somebody must tell her."
...
"Are you coming out tonight? We're going to celebrate the model's departure!"
"Absolutely, let's hit the café."
"Finally, good riddance."
"The boss came to his senses."
"I'm glad he did."
"After today, the model is finally gone."
"Good riddance."
...
She resented Mr Cullen.
He knew better.
Bella stomped to where he stood, next to the printing machine.
"What have you been saying about me?" she screamed at his back.
She had to make everybody think she'd gone mad.
It was part of the plan.
He froze and turned to face her.
"Excuse me?" he said with furrowed eyebrows.
"All the words leaving your mouth is bullshit," she continued. "I hope you find consolation in all that bullshit your swimming in. And next I hope you drown in it."
Even though she put a great act into it, she found truth in her words.
It was all bullshit and that upset her.
The entire floor went silent as the boss and the janitor both looked at each other with fury.