AT THE HEIRS SERVICE

ONE

"Miss Rielle, there is nothing I can do right now. This is from the higher ups. We can't do anything to help you," the tired voice of the tall, meany looking man before her said, rubbing his neck. He looked at Rielle and just as he expected, the girl wasn't taking the news well.

Rielle sighed loudly and looked down. Her eyes were glistering with tears but she wasn't ready to let it drop. She wasn't going to show any one her weakness and make them think they got her. She swallowed the lumps in her throat and nodded slightly. Is this the end for her? Have her rival finally gotten what she wanted? Of course, who was she kidding, her rival did get what she wanted.

She sighed and looked at the Mr. Clinton, the man standing before her. He didn't have any pity for her but she wasn't ready to back down. Even though, he wouldn't help her, she will have to do whatever it takes to get help elsewhere.

She adjusted her glasses and picked her purse. "Since there is no other way else, I will take my leave. Anyway, thank you for listening to me." she bowed her head slightly and let the office with a heavy heart.

She was so angry, frustrated and tried of living. Just a day and everything was destroyed before her eyes. How bad could her life be? She has no one to turn to or run to for help.

She is an orphan who grew up moving from one foster home to another. She never stays in a foster home for more than three years because they will always send her back to the orphanage tagging her as an evil child bringing them bad luck. She was always maltreated and bullied by orphans in the orphanage. That drove her to work harder until she could take care of herself.

Going into the main world outside the four walls of the orphanage, she knew life was more than what she imagined. She wanted to express herself. She wanted to have her own fairytale that she always end up imagining when she is alone. She picked up her pen and wrote it all in a book. Her fairytale. The life she imagined and her stories got her into the top ten best writer, giving her quite a comfortable life. She got a boyfriend even though it wasn't like her fairytale romance, he was her first love. He gave her the shoulders she longed for.

When she thought everything were working out for her and she was finally becoming like she dreamt, the unfortunate happened. She got a news that she was accused of plagiarism. One of her hit story was stolen by her. Her life have been a mess for three days now, both in the social media and her surrounding. Her emotional state have been dealt with. Just how unfortunate.....

"Rielle! Rielle wait up." a familiar voice called, walking towards her in a hurry creating a loud, heels sound in the large hallway.

Her perfume filled the whole area making Rielle to scrunch her nose. Not who she wanted to see that moment. Not who she wanted to see in her state.

The woman walked to her front and stood before her with that smile Rielle wished she could scratch out of her face.

"Rielle, is the rumor I am hearing true?" she asked and gasped. "Are you really leaving the company? That is bad you know. You worked so hard for this. You worked so hard to get to where you are now. I am so sorry for your unfortunate state." she said, feigning sadness.

Rielle rolled her eyes seeing how well she was playing the good girl. Good girl? Really? May Thatcher, the good girl? She was far from being a good girl. She is worst than a b!tch. If there was any other word to describe her that is more than a b!tch.

"Get out of my way May, I have other things to do right now."

May gasped again, "Are you pushing me away? You look like someone who will need some comfort right now and you are pushing me away? This is why everyone hates you. You are so mean."