Mr. CEO is a Psychopath

Three

"You cant be out there searching galaxies in people, when you haven't explored millions of yours." Her mom used to say.

One advice she interpreted million different ways, and this time, she does in various precised strokes. Clay's canvas is a galaxy of it's own, one that reflects her whole universe.

"Hmm," she hums as she always does. Detached wholely from the world and at the same time, not at all. Though she can't help but wonder, her pieces lately had a dominant touch of green.

Uninentional, truly.

You see, her boss is quite the charm. "Axel," he insists they call him.

Dominant, power in his raspy deep voice that demands attention, but never too much nor too scarce. Cautious, yet never shy, and have just the right touch of gentleness in him that makes people unhesitant to approach but never crosses the line. Not to mention his illegally good looks that fits more of a model than a CEO, swooning both women and men in the whole building.

He is the epitome of a perfect man you read in books, per se. The one no woman could ever resist.

Though of course, this description of him isn't Clay's. Vi's blabbered too much of him, to not be imprinted on Clay's mind.

Cassidy works night shifts, and although, at times she cleans the CEO's office, he almost never stays too late at night. So, they haven't had much interaction at all.

Sometimes, she just wonder how different his eyes are. It was indifferent, at least most of the times she sees him. Though, she brushes it off at the back her mind. Impressions weren't really her best feat after all.

Still, it makes Clay curious. She never thought green could be so- mysterious.

"-a new mutilated body is found on a dumpster in wall street. Forensics are still trying to identify the victim..." the tv news playing on the background, gained Clay's attention. Another body- in just 2 months, "Authorities believe that these crimes are works of the same serial killer."

Clay has read on the internet how the victims had no nails. Clearly a sign of torture. The bodies were all dumped as if these people were trash, and it made Clay sick to the stomach, knowing whoever did this to them is still walking freely in the streets of New York

It worried even her parents, evident in how they call her often than they usually would. Even though the victims were all men, it wasn't gaurantee- especially that she comes home at night.

The sun was about to set, and sooner, her shift at the company will start. At the thought of that, her mind drifted almost automatically to her supervisor. Apparently, Janet is still not over her lack of punctuality last week and she's still punishing her for it.

Here we go again, Clay sighs.