MR. WOLF'S SECRETARY

She just got home when a bursting pain pulsed into and out of her head. It began to feel heavy and she could feel the dizziness starting to kick in. She wanted relief but there didn't seem to be an end to her dilemmas. She let out a soft moan and grunts ran out of her mouth.

She was tired.

She was frustrated.

What happened earlier pushed the limit of her patience until there was nothing left in her system and cursed at the insecure woman for calling her a slut. Just because she worked as a secretary, it didn't mean that she was a whore, who was out to seduce the boss.

She was exhausted and she felt sick but there was nothing she could do about it. The voices in her head screamed in unison and told her to find a way out of the misery she was in. She took a moment to gather her thoughts but conflicting ideas corrupted her mind. She tried to fight but she didn't know if it was worth fighting for! She was hopeless!

It has been an hour since she sat in front of the mirror and eyed the scissor nearby. The mean words from her late father echoed inside her head, and with every second that passed she began to believe him. Blair cursed at the woman in the mirror and narrowed her eyes to check her appearance. She tied her long hair into a messy bun to check every pore on her face.

Everything went wrong in her life! She just lost her job because of a woman's insecurity! She could probably let it slide but it didn't happen once! Her longest tenure in a company would only be a week or less than a month. How would she keep on living without a stable income? She would starve to death!

She had no surviving family aside from her mother who abandoned her when she was only four years old, and her excuse for a father was abusive to her until the day he died. Until his last breath, he cursed at her mother and wished they didn't look the same. As if it was her fault for inheriting her mother's goddess-like feature!

Maybe he was right all this time!

Blair closed her eyes as her hands slowly inched their way toward the scissor and when her fingers touched the coldness of the blade, she grabbed it! Then, she untied her hair and without thinking thoroughly, she began cutting her hair. Little by little, long strands of jet-black hair fell onto the floor. However, when she stared at her image in the mirror, she cringed at her appearance.

She bit her lower lip as she strode towards the door, and went outside. She recalled that her father always has an extra shaver in his bathroom, and she's on her way to retrieve it! She decided to go hairless and damn the consequences!

The door to his father's room creaked when she pushed it slowly. The old man has been dead for several months, but it was her first time visiting his room, and it's creepy. It was as if his spirit remained lingering in his bedroom, and she had to sprint towards the bathroom.

The sound of her heartbeat was almost deafening as she left and returned to her room, with the shaver in her right hand. She took several deep breaths before she resumed sitting in front of the mirror, and shaved her hair!

Ten minutes later, she was torn between crying and laughing at her appearance. She's bald and she looked like a monk! She looked horrible without a single hair on her head, and she regretted her impulsive decision to shave it. She stared at the mirror without blinking her eyes, and she almost jumped when someone knocked on her door.