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For someone who knew how to break necks so easily, Kendra's fingers were aching due to the constant typing on her keyboard, fingers dancing to one letter after the other, her hands writing on papers till the ache didn't matter at one point. Being a management accountant was one of the best few options she could turn to when pursuing a normal life, putting her intelligence to use in a position not so below her skills, strategic planning for big companies was something not entirely new to her either.
In this life, she had given herself the name "Natalia Sadowski", a random Polish name attached to her wife's last name. Kendrana Volkov was the name of a russian assassin she had killed for the sake of love and faking identification to blend into society. A tucked in formal outfit with narrow glasses and a tied ponytail to match a business like style, who would ever suspect someone like her who had once carried guns, now be one to carry stacks of files, paper and coffee to keep her sanity in tact.
She moved from her desk and made her way down the hallway, her dark brown hair swaying by little as she made her way to her managers office when just ahead she could see a bunch of men in formal wear crowding her entrance. She was close enough now to hear there conversation, but they didn't notice her emergence and kept talking, still preventing her pathway.
"I heard your reports were sent back to you, fuck that's so unlucky of you" one of the men spoke followed by a chuckle.
"It was only a little mistake, fucking Fordson I don't know why he just didn't let a little mistake slide" another replied in an irritated tone.
Another man chimed in "Asshole you can't-"
"Excuse me" a deep voice cut the conversation off as all three men jumped at the source.
Kendra stood there, figure broad and stone like, she was taller, faintly towered over them but taller nonetheless. The men stared for a second before getting the hint and moved out of her way.
Kendra moves passed when she heard their voices, barely a whisper.
"Jesus Natalia just screams coldness"
"Yeah, I just realised I've never had a real conversation with her, I mean could you blame me?"
"Yeah I could cause you're too ugly to even start a conversation with" the man said before laughing.
Her cold demeanour had grabbed the
attention of many in the company, people were intimidated by her presence alone, like it didn't belong there, some curious of her that their stares lingered long enough for her to finally look and they whip their head the other way, and others with a sharp enough mindset tried to study her whenever she came by, not like she didn't notice their observations, she just wasn't the slightest bothered, she just wanted to work, live and move.
Passing the many rooms down the hallway, she reached her supervisors main office and knocked first, "Come in" said the voice inside, old and coarse.
She entered and faced her manager, Mr Fordson, who was at his desk reviewing recent reports, a wave of grey streaked through his combed hair and his business suit dark and refined, he looked every bit of how a manager should look like, rich and precise.
"Natalia" he greeted neutrally.
"Sir" she greeted back and stood a fair distance from his desk.
"Are you here to give me the latest report?" He asked.
"No sir it's rather our latest revenue and it's current outcomes" she stated.
His brows furrowed at that, sensing something is going to be elaborated through failure and downfall but asked calmly "I see, what's seems to be the matter"
" Our revenue excellently increased but we've entered a major loss" she says expertly.
"To how much exact?" He questioned, straightforward and sharp.
" $15,000" she states.
Fordson leans away from his desk and more into his chair, his gaze drifting into nothingness but he was in deep thought, when he finally speaks up "That is a major loss" he says and continues to ask " I'm gonna guess you've already come up with various solutions to resolve this problem?" He askes like it's a fact, like he knows Kendra's quick thinking is always just around the corner, which is essentially accurate because Kendra just nodded in response to his statement and provided a range of ways to prevent this failure to go any further.
After providing a list of solutions to Fordson and him noting everything to mind, paper and virtually on his laptop, he turns to her "will that be all?" He asks, voice bored and low.
"Yes" Kendra replied.
"Good, thank you for your help today Natalia" he says gratefully.
"Your welcome, I'll be taking my leave now, I'll be sure to send you updated reports soon enough" she says and turned towards the door and leaves.
The day turned to dusk when Kendra was finishing up on her work and left the office building. Days in the office seemed to make Kendra more impassive by the second, but was actually secretly exhausting, hands worked off for hours and coffee breaks were her only salvation there, but to her it was all easy to endure, just repetitive and boring she would admit, which explained why it was exhausting, it wasn't like an anticipating mission, this was an office job, predictable and consistent.
The drive home was silent, always silent, which is how Kendra liked it, Natalia was down for the day, now coming home was Kendra or Kendrana when Laine was irritated at her and used her full name as a minimal warning, Laine worked as a Real estate agent, so she'd probably be home sooner or by the time Kendra got there.