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I take a step backwards as she walks in. Everything around me seems to be spinning. I see Mr. Thorne wake up, he is smiling as he extends his hand at her. She looks back at me, surprised as i am.
I wish someone could wake me from this dreadful dream. Mr. Thorne is talking directly at me, i don’t know what he is saying. I want a sit, i need a seat. Everything is moving too fast.
“…Katerina?” I hear his voice and it snaps me back to reality. My mother is still here, and when i remember why, my broken heart aches with a life time of hurt i have carried with me.
“Have a seat, Mrs. Dean.” He says politely. He still has no idea who this woman is and the relation i share with her. He will be shocked soon when he learns she is here because of me.
“I…I …think..mmh….i made a mistake,” she stutters and gives me a wary look. I notice what time has done to her, the etched lines of worry and regret onto her face.
My heart pounding, hoping that those words are meant for me, and finally she can accept me.
“What do you mean?” Mr. Thorne probes for elaboration.
“I can no longer go through with our business arrangement,” She speaks and turns to look at me and this time Mr. Thorne notes the looks she shares with me.
“Can you give us some space, Katerina?” He requests.
I don’t want to leave i want to hear what she has to say.
“No,” I say adamant.
“I beg your pardon?” Mr. Thorne looks up shocked by my defiance.
“This woman came here because of her daughter and i want to hear what she has to say,”
I always rebel and taunt Mr. Thorne but never in front of his clients and this moment has his nose flaring and eye balls out.
“And that concerns you how?” He is furious and i don’t care as i am more furious than him.
“Because i am the alleged daughter,” I throw my hands up and i hear my mother gasp. The news has Mr. Thorne on his feet, “I am the person she is here to talk about. And if that is still hard to understand, she is my mother or she was.” I state.
The room falls silent as Mr. Thornes looks at me and back at my mother repeatedly. And each time , he grows more surprised.
“Is it true?” Mr. Thorne asks.
My mother sighs and nods eventually, “But her coming into my life will tarnish a reputation i have built for years.” She says reaping me apart.
Her word just crashing me like what she said few days ago wasn’t enough. I badly want to break downs and cry, But then I remember the countless nights spent crying into my pillow, longing for a mother’s love that never came. The pain hardens my resolve.
I step back, out of my reach afraid i might attack her, my voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and determination. “The truth is, I’ve spent years not attending the wounds you left. I left the door to my life open hoping you would come back, heal the damage you caused not anymore. Got back to your perfect family you built. I am more ashamed of you so be assured that i am not telling anyone we are related.”
Mr. Thorne walks to us, “You abandoned your daughter and now you wanted me to help you pretend she doesn’t exist?” He is in disbelief as he questions.
“You don’t understand,” She tries to reason with him.
“I do. You are a selfish bitch and you have no idea what you missed, the years she grew without you.” He sighs.
“Get out of my office and hope i don’t be the one to tarnish that perfect cocoon you have created,” He adds.
She gives me a brief glance and walks out of the office. When i turn to watch her leave i realize that everyone in the office is giving us curious subtle looks. She leaves and i sigh in relief. I am done with her. She considers me dead, she is dead to me too.
“I am so…” Mr. Thorne begins to speak but i stop him jumping on and kissing him. He returns the kiss then stops and i stop too and follow his gaze. My colleagues mouths are wide open as they just saw us kiss. And that just fuels the adrenaline and i walk to his window and shut it.
“What do you think you are doing?” His voice shakes like he is afraid of what is to come.
“being watched may be what gets you going, just not for me.” I walk back to him, each step taking off a piece of cloth.
“I am not that perverted,”
“You think i don’t usually feel you watching me while working?”
“I am your boss.”
“Not now. I am the boss.” I stand before him naked and he gazes down at my breast, his eyes lingering there.
“They should be worshipped,” He eyes become hooded with lust.
“Worship them,” I command.
He excels at complying, burying his head on my chest. This is how I function over the years. When faced with pain, I fill it with pleasure or another pain, never truly resolving it. Becoming Karma was an irrational decision after my divorce. Anger and bitterness consumed me, and I yearned to be the villain who punishes men. I may sugarcoat it as helping women, but deep down, I know the truth. It’s a drug that feeds my addiction. I’m aware Cassandra will learn of what just transpired, and all I desire is for another individual to experience pain as well. I am not a good person; perhaps my mother foresaw that, which is why she left.
Mr. Thorne looks up and his lips find mine again. I don’t care for such i just want him inside me and forget everything. I pull him away until he falls to his fancy couch and climb on top of him. He watches me and my hands work on his belt. That is all i need. Mr. Thorne points at a drawer on his desk. He barely can form words. I leave him and walk to it. When i open it i am surprised to find many condoms in it. I pick one and go back to where he is. he picks it and slides it over his shaft. I am too impatient and no sooner is he don than i slip his dick in him.
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