AN: Please take note that people and places are all fiction. Some are quite true but I just invented places here because obviously, I'm a Filipino and I don't know places from outside the country. Oh and one more thing, they live in New York.

Waking up with cold sweat and a scream, it has been one of the most terrifying dreams I ever had. My heart is beating so wild in fear that I have to clutch my chest in fear of it jumping out.

I know what this means. Most of my most terrifying dreams are like signs; either something happens like it or it will happen the way it is in my dream.

It took me almost an hour to calm my breathing and heartbeat. When I did, I dragged myself to the bathroom and turned the water on. I waited for it to be warm enough while Zach's face in my dream kept on flashing in my mind...haunting me.

After showering dressing into black tube top accompanied by gold screen, I covered it with a black hoodie jacket, a black skinny pants and a black Adidas shoes with a one inch heel.

The clock says five thirty and I headed to the kitchen. Surprisingly, father was there sipping on his favorite mug. How do I know? It's a mystery.

Going to the fridge, I took out two eggs and proceeded to cook it.

"You're early to be out. Where are you going?" He asked behind me. Like he cares.

"To none ya" I deadpanned as I crack the egg.

"None ya?" He asked confused.

"None ya business" I retorted.

"Alexandrielle" he warned me and I just rolled my eyes. Typical asshole.

"Warn me all you want. You can't change how I treat you" I said as I put the plate on the table. He made a move to take one and I slapped his hand with the spoon I am holding in stirring the milk I am making, which by the way is still hot.

"Mine" I warned him and I let my dominant self resurface. One lesson learn, do not take what is not yours. I have lived myself, restraining my dominant side in myself but now, it's time for them to learn that I am not to be stepped on.

Putting the fried egg in between the sandwich, I took a bite; making sure that he understands what lesson I taught him this morning. His hand has a reddish glow on where I struck him. It's not that painful but he should know better that I can do worse.

Finishing my milk, I made my way to the sink and washed it. I dried my hands after as I make my way to the garage.

Taking my black Ford I-don't-remember-the-label, I hopped inside and made my way to Manhattan, New York.

Pulling out to Schuder's Record Building, I open the door and headed inside.

"Good morning miss, how may I help you?" The woman in the lounge greeted in a obviously fake politeness. I narrowed my eyes on her as she stare at her nails.

"I'm looking for Mr. Schuder." I said in my dominant voice, deep and firm.

"Do you have an appointment? If not, make one or get lost." I clenched my hands into tight fists.

"Is that the way you treat civilians? With utter disrespect? How the hell did you even get hired? From the looks of it, you seem to use your body just to get where you are" I smirked and her facade seems to just blow off as she turns from lounge girl to bitch.