Chapter 9: After.

It had been almost three weeks since Anthony asked me what he did, and at the time it had left me muttering an excuse and bolting out of the room.

What was I supposed to tell him, that I was a wolf and killed someone?

God, that would not go down well. I would lose my job, my home and all of my friends, because they sure as hell wouldn't accept the fact that I was a murderer. I would go to prison, and that would literally end my whole life! Not that I didn't deserve it, but I wasn't ready for it. Not yet, at least. I would be caught eventually, I just hope for the sake of my sanity that it isn't anytime soon.

I drawled to myself while reading the article that I was reviewing for Anthony. It was from another journalist within the 'Newspaper Express', she was new however bold as a black mamba. Everytime I even got near Anthony, she would give me a glare that seemed as though she'd practiced all night long for. Though, Becky thought she could push me around, I was already planning for my next move.

I strutted straight into Anthony's office, my shirt having a couple buttons undone, along with a tight-fitted skirt that really felt empowering. He was busy talking to Becky as of right now, actually, so I just slammed the review down on the desk. It was a review full of criticism. Becky needed to focus on her article, not on Mr Dalton's ass. Obviously I didn't put that, but I definitely thought it.

Her expression was one that I completely expected, one full of disdain for me. Wow... bitch really thought she was within the top leagues, huh.

Her hair crashed down in waves of ginger flames, along with judgemental green eyes and a body to die for. Sure, she made well for competition, but I had a small feeling that Anthony just wasn't interested. Probably due to the fact that his eyes were dull while they were talking, and immediately lit up once I made an appearance. Or maybe that was all in my head, nevertheless, Becky just wasn't a perfect match.

"Sir..." I made sure to bat my eyelashes and lean my hands onto the desk. "I have the review that you requested here." I even bit my lip in a seductive manner (perhaps it looked gross, but I still did it), and he seemed appreciative. His lips quirked up into a smirk and he leaned his own arms on the desk, getting closer.

Whispering; "Then leave."

What in the actual-

Becky began snickering, swiftly covering her mouth with her hand to prevent being noticed. But I noticed, alright. I even felt compelled to smack her one, but I managed to compose myself as I walked out of the room in shameful defeat.

"So, anyways..." I heard Anthony say, before I shut the door. Every fibre in my body was riled up and the hairs on the back of my neck were pleading to start up a ruckus and fight her, but I couldn't. I didn't have a reason to, other than the fact that she looked at me funny. If I was arrested under assault, then that wouldn't be a valid excuse.

Besides, she can have him for all I care. In the end, he'd just be another death upon my body count. Perhaps there was a bad fortune aura surrounding myself that just prevented me from being happy. It was valid.

Once I got into my office, I had a sudden urge to scream but managed to keep myself quiet. After all, that's what I am supposed to do. Be a shadow in the background that should only be commanded and submit.

Sitting at my desk, I began to do some research on my current article that I was working on. The one that Anthony had insisted that I take up. The one that was all about a large, white wolf that killed someone then ran. You can guess who that is.

Although, fortunately I haven't shifted since. In fact, the only reason that I leave the apartment is to go to work, simply because I'm too afraid of having that feeling that I'll be caught. And I have that feeling more often than not. It's stressful enough having to go to work, especially seeing as Anthony seems to be onto me. Though, he hasn't said much to me since that day, thankfully.

The clock soon struck five in the afternoon, which I was eternally grateful for. I really needed to get out of here. Well, that was the plan, until Becky rocked up. She came into my office as if she owned the place, which was just embarrassing on her behalf.

"Can I help you?" I asked, while shutting my computer down. I was done for today, and anymore requests would have to be completed tomorrow. My personal hatred for her didn't prevent my professionalism that would remain intact.

"Yes, in fact, you can, Miss Alinsky." Her mouth formed a sly smirk, and I could tell she was going to do something. Becky was quite short, so if it was a fight she was after, I already had the upper-hand.

"What would you like?" I grumbled, with a sigh, I was already getting bored of her antics. Perhaps she would grow out of being so consistently annoying soon enough.

"Why do you persist to try and take Anthony away from me?" Becky said with a pout, first-name basis already, huh? And my first instinct was to laugh. The first laugh I've had in years, was at Becky's assumption that I want Mr Dalton to myself. It was hypocrisy.

Once I had wiped a tear away, I walked around the desk and sat on the opposite side, directly in front of her. "Dear, I have no intentions of taking Mr Dalton from you, however I don't think he wants you back." I returned her pout.

Her face turned bright-red, displaying her embarrassment for making a fool of herself in front of one of her bosses. And it would be good if she could remember that, too.

"-you bitch..." Was the last I heard from her muttering to herself, before she turned on her heel and made for a swift exit.

"However.." I called after her, and she soon came to a halt, looking over her shoulder at me. "Maybe if you wore something more professional, he might like you~" Her clothes were made up of a mini-skirt that went up to her ass and a shirt that was so low-cut, she might as well have not worn it at all. It certainly wasn't part of the dress-code. Shameful, even.

Immediately, her face turned an even deeper red, if that were possible, before she scurried out of my office. Stupid cow.

I slipped off my desk and turned to grab my handbag off it, though was soon met with a pair of powerful hands sliding around my waist.

"Sounds like jealousy to me."