Alexander Santos

Eifel Robotic Systems is owned by one of the richest and well-known men in Seattle, Washington. He has. He is said to be one of the most handsome men alive, with short black hair and olive skin. He is tall, around 6'4", and all around muscle. His suits fit him like every bit of it was tailored by a god, and his green eyes are enough to make you melt. I have never actually met him; we know what he looks like from his monthly newsletter. He cares a lot about his employees and tries to make sure we all know about upcoming changes and schedules. I have worked here for 3 years now as a secretary on the 3rd floor; his office is on the 10th floor. He doesn't come down a whole lot, but now and then, he will call for one of us to go up there, and usually, it is not a good thing. Today was the annual lunch meet, and, as always, he wasn't here. The manager says he sends his best wishes and wants us to enjoy our celebration. I know he is a good boss, but I would like to meet the actual guy, though getting what I wish for may be a bad thing.

The lunch party finishes, and we all head back to our floors for work. As the work day progresses, different people clock out and go home. I love my job and live alone, so I work long hours. When everyone is finally gone, that's when I turn on music and kind of have the place to myself. I don't go crazy, but I do take off my heels and get a little more comfy while I work. This particular night, I should have gone home, though. I have my music going and my heels off when I hear what sounds like fighting in the stairwell. Deciding to mind my own business and work simply because I am not the only one who stays late, I just get back to work. That is when a man covered in blood bursts through the stairwell door, screaming that someone is trying to kill him. I can only see the man covered in blood, and I am too shocked even to make a sound. He sees me, and instead of heading toward me, he runs around the room screaming that I should run for my life before he runs back into the stairwell, and that is when I see what he is talking about. A giant white wolf covered in blood from its mouth all the way down to its paws. It has the most beautiful eyes for the split second before they turn super bright yellow, and he growls at me. I turn back around and gather myself before getting it together and figuring out if I really saw what I just did.

Getting up slowly and tiptoeing to the stairs, I can still hear the man screaming as he runs down the stairs, the white wolf on his tail, and not paying attention to me watching. I am pretty sure a wild animal got into our building and is chasing an employee. I don't want to be on the menu next, so I get my stuff together and take the elevator down to the car garage. After getting in my car and locking the doors, I take a few deep breaths and gather myself before attempting to drive. I will definitely have to report this to the boss on Monday; there is no way we can have wild animals running loose like that. I get into my car and start it. As I put it in gear and back out, I see our boss in the rearview mirror, and he doesn't look good. He has blood on his shirt and looks like he got in a fight. After the wolf and the stranger inside the building, and now this, I really don't have the best of luck —or at least today isn't good. I put the car back in park and get out to help my boss. His look made me want to help him. As I got out of the car, he collapsed behind it. Now I am not a weak woman, but this man is enormous compared to my little 5'4" frame, so getting him up and into my car is going to be difficult. To my surprise, though, as I get to him, he starts getting back on his feet, and I only have to guide him.He reaches the back seat and practically collapses into it unconscious again. I don't have a clue what I have got myself into, but it's too late to back out now. As I get back in my car and finish backing out this time, I hear him breathing shallow and groaning, and I can tell it isn't good. I pull out of the parking garage and head toward the nearest hospital.

From the back, I hear a growly NO and instantly turn away from the hospital. I am at this point driving in circles because I am not taking my boss, who is injured from god knows what, back to my house. I look in the back again, and he's shirtless, examining his side. I am trying to focus on the road, but it seems like he is pulling something out. I feel the adrenaline start to wear off, and I get shaky, so I slow down the car. He has me pull over and get in the passenger seat to take a break. I am sitting, trying to make sense of my day, when suddenly I feel dizzy and everything starts to go black. As I begin to pass out, I hear the seatbelt fasten and him say Thank you. I don't know what is going on, but all I see is black now.