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myself to you! What greater gift you can get from me?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “When I hire you, it’ll be loads of fun. You’re going to fuck me whenever I deem so." He chuckled lowly, and it sounded like a growl from a monster.
    "You jerk! To hell with your offer! I'm out of here." I turned to walk out of his office. He was an asshole, and I didn't do business with such stupid people.
    "Babe, you can't walk out of here." Tom ran and grabbed my arm from behind, yanking roughly. But he didn't know the mistake he just made. I was trained in martial arts, and pinning down a jerk like him was extremely easy for me. I pulled him forward and twisted his hand behind his back. I knew it would get dislocated. He immediately cried out in agony.
    I pushed him against the door and pinned him. "You better remember this next time you try this on a woman. We aren’t your pawns to play with,” I growled.
    I tossed him away from the door and walked out. Suddenly the sound of people around me increased, and I felt safe and calm.
    "You bastard!" Tom stormed out of the door, chasing after me. I turned back to him, to give him another beating. But I froze as I saw a gun pointed towards me. Tom was aiming a gun at my forehead.
    "I will kill you, bitch!” he shouted.
    Many people screamed, but Tom didn't care for them. Some monster had gotten a hold of him. He slowly moved towards me, still pointing the gun. "I will kill you, bitch. And you will remember it in your next life when a man tries that out on you."
    But then something happened. Someone snatched Tom’s hand, and he dropped the gun, crying in pain. A man appeared out of nowhere and pinned Tom on ground, twisting the dis-located hand. Tom cried out again.
    "Detective!” the strange man shouted. One guy wearing an FBI jacket rushed to him. He detained Tom and dragged him away. I stood there, frozen. I couldn't understand what was happening. It had all taken place in the blink of an eye.
    "Miss, are you all right?" the stranger asked me.
    I nodded. “Yes…yes, I’m fine.”
    "I need you to come with me. I need your statement." He held my arm gently and walked me to one of the couch present in the open space.
    "Who are you?" I asked.
    "I'm special consultant to the FBI. Gavin Phillips." He showed me his identification card.
    "Officer, what just happened?” I looked outside, where all the drama had occurred.
    "Well, we arrested, Tom for putting a gun on you. We had some information that he would be dealing some drugs in his office today, so we were watching him to make a bad move. I'm sorry you had to go through this." He pulled out a water bottle out of his bag "Please have this, you will feel better."
    I needed that. My heart was still pounding.
    "Now tell me, how did you end up here?"
    I told him my complete story, including my need for job. They say that you should hide nothing from cops, so I was as honest as could be. I told him about everything, expect about Eddie.
    "I think I might have a solution for your job issue, but only if you want to hear it out."
    "What is that? Do you know of any health club here?" A hope emerged in my heart.
    "Not a health club. But I help a friend run Mixed Martial Art training facility that is in need of a physical therapist. You said you worked in physical therapy, right?"
    "Yes, but a fight club? What would I do there?"
    "Well, we have fighters who get injured. Yesterday, our only in-house therapist resigned. I guess that makes a place for you." He smiled.
    "I think that's a great idea." I desperately needed a job, whatever it entailed.
    "I would say relax for a couple of days, to recover from Tom’s attack, then come to my club and meet me. We need to discuss salary as well. I can't pay as much as Tom offered you, but it will be enough for you and your mom's treatment."
    "Thanks, Gavin, " He was the angel I needed from heaven. Finally, I had a job in L.A.

Chapter 6
    Julie
    Gavin asked me to take a couple of days to decide, and today was the