1 “What a sight for sore eyes.”

"YOU DUMBASS! WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU TO PLACE THE CASES FROM LAST MONTH IN THE SHREDDER?"

You did asshole. But of course I wasn't going to say that out loud to my supervisor. I sighed and bowed my head as I said.

"I apologize Deputy, sir! It was my mistake and I will take responsibility for it!"

"At least you know to apologize when you're wrong. Stop wasting my time and go do your job right!"

I nodded and saluted him as I walked towards my cubicle. The men around me chuckled.

Yup you heard me right.

"THE MEN."

As in I'm the only person with tits here.

Technically I've always been aware of my predicament as I applied for this job. Ever since I've been little, mystery novels, and detective movies have always interested me. The cool badass female detectives were my role models.

With this in mind, I went on to major in Criminal Justice in college as I hope to become one of those detectives one day. I've even managed to secure a part time position at the local police department as a detective trainee. Thanks to my Ivy League credentials. But the more that I work here the more I notice something.

Not only is it hard to be a detective, but a female detective? P-lease.

I sighed. Maybe I should just give up and go flip patties somewhere.

"That's why little girls should just leave the dirty work to us officers."

I peered over the short wall of my cubicle to look at my coworker Devon. He was only a year older than me yet he treated me like a little girl. The sound of moans sounded from his computer.

"Shut the fuck up Devon and go watch your porn somewhere else. As you can see I'm trying to actually do my job here."

Devon chuckled and said.

"A buzzkill as always Bria."

"I only kill the buzz of annoying bees like you Devon."

"Well isn't that quite a nice comeback! How about going to dinner with me later?"

I glared at him as my animosity grew. Two things bothered me about the situation.

One. The fucker was asking me out to dinner while he still had the porn tab on his computer. Two. He smiled as if he was confident that I wouldn't reject him.

I chuckled.

God must've filled this man's body with narcissism instead of blood.

I looked over at his face one more tome. To be honest, he kind of has a reason as to why he's so confident. The looks which he has are like that of a Greek God. Sandy-blonde hair, blue eyes framed by long eyelashes and a fit physique. If I was a normal girl I would've fell for him instantly.

But unfortunately, I'm in love with someone else. And that person is....

Daisuke Kanbe from Balance Unlimited, the anime.

Yes I'm in love with fictional characters who will never return my feelings. But that's okay, because this type of unrequited love will not hurt me in the end.

I think.

"Well Bria? What do you say?"

I stood up and placed my hands on the armrests of his chair. I then leaned in with my face only being a couple of inches from his. His cheeks flushed slightly as I said.

"Well Devon my answer is pretty simple. I will not go to dinner with you. I will not go with you tonight, tomorrow or ever. In fact, if you ask me one more time tomorrow then I will write up a case file stating that you are a sex offender and register you as one. Do you really want that to happen?"

Devon shook his head as he gulped. I smiled then stood back.

"Good. Now turn off your porn and get back to work Devon."

Devon nodded as the sound of moans stopped abruptly. The men who had been chatting before all shut their mouths.

Oh I forgot to mention.

Apart from my name of Bria, I have another name and that is,

"Blade tongue"

As my words seem to cut as deep as a blade. But to be honest, I feel no remorse, as I only say harsh things to those who deserve it. I yawned as I plopped back in my chair. I've been lacking sleep ever since midterms started. As a Harvard University student, sleep becomes something that even money can't buy.

The 200k which I had spent on my tuition has only given me anxiety, stress, insomnia, and eating disorders in exchange. And to be honest that doesn't seem like a fair trade.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the sound of the front door being kicked open sounded. I jumped out of my chair as the sound of yelling sounded. My heart beat quickened as a familiar bang sound filled my ears.

I immediately ducked and hid under my desk as I pushed my chair in to hide my figure. During my training, while the other trainees chatted I listened to the trainer discuss the best course of action in the case of an emergency. If a shootout were to occur the best action would be to hide.

The sound of gunshots grew louder as the shooter got closer. As a detective trainee I wasn't allowed to have a gun. I cursed internally. If push comes to shove I need a way to protect myself. I then pulled out my phone only to slap myself.

WHO DO I CALL IF THE ONES BEING ATTACKED ARE THE POLICE??

Calm down Bria. This isn't a time to freak out. You have always been the type of person to be calm in stressful situation. Suddenly a memory which I have been suppressing began to resurface. I closed my eyes tightly as I remembered the words of my grandmother.

"If you feel tense or stressed in anyway, remember to shut down your thoughts and fill your mind with the image of an empty grass field. After that slowly breathe in and breath out as you slowly count up to ten."

After doing that, I opened my eyes as I felt refreshed. Okay, now that we are calm, we can think of what to do about the situation. The sound of gunshots were louder, meaning that the shooter was probably in the room next to mine. Yells, and the sound of bodies hitting the ground filled my ears. I need to do something and I need to do it fast. I quickly pushed the chair out of my way as I crawled out of my hiding spot. I then ran towards the corner of the room. All of my coworkers were hidden under their desks. Their whispers filling my ears as they urged me to go back to my hiding spot.

Sorry folks, but I'm not the type of girl to sit and wait for someone to save me. I pulled my arm back as my elbow shattered the glass covering the fire extinguisher. Crimson seeped down my arm as my elbow stung. I winced but continued to click the safety of the fire extinguisher. The least I could do is distract the shooter enough so that we could all escape.

I ran next to the door and knelt next to it. My heart felt as if it was about to jump out of my chest as the sound of the shooter's footsteps hitting the floor got louder the closer he came to me. My hands shook as I tightened them around the fire extinguisher. Sweat beaded my forehead despite it being December. I had to be strong.

How the hell am I going to be a detective if I can't even deal with a situation like this?

Thank God, our door doesn't have a window or peephole. This allows me to be hidden for some time. The shooter seemed to sense something as he had abruptly stopped walking in front of the door. I gulped as the seconds ticked by. My level of anxiety has now reached a new high as the sound of the shooter clicking the safety filled my ears.

My muscles tightened as I slowly turned so that I would shoot the steam from the fire extinguisher. Contrary to what many may think, I do not have a hero complex. Instead I have always hated the damsel in distress troupe. As a person I have sworn to myself that I would never find myself in such a situation. Even if it were to cost my life I would fight until my dying breath.

Dramatic?

I agree, but you never know what life may just throw at you.

Am I going to survive this?

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