The Boss’s Darkest Demand

This is my first time writing a book. I do apologize for any typos ahead of time. Please do leave notes for me for any critique. I hope you all enjoy the book as I continue to write it. Much love

~K. Lyn Leigh

Prologue…

My name is not important. I am no one.

I'm just a young woman, fresh out of college, in a large city, working at a company as an intern until I can make it. The way society treats us is imaginable to the normal mind. Those who choose to stay at home and continue in the cycles that continuously repeat every generation live in a generalized bliss. They never dare to choose the one risk that could make or break a person…to leave. For those of us who want to but can't not only deal with troubles of being different at home, but we do end up taking the chance which leads to the truth for us all… the complete and utter alienation of our identities.

Some would think “That's impossible!”, but little does anyone know that leaving a place that has contributed to the identity you once had can also in fact cause you to change the views you have on yourself, like who you really are. Deep down you know portions of who you are, your qualities, traits, and of course your failures. However, you aren't really yourself until you can step away from everything you think has made you who you are. When you think about it, and look at the memories of playing as a child or getting that first medal, they are only small portions.

Being around your family builds your character and they are supposed to be the ones who help teach you that you have a support system and how the world is supposed to work after you settle down. But they couldn't be more wrong. What happens after you get married and have kids? You raise them, work hard, and help them become functioning adults. They'll move out and start their own families, and most likely be nearby. And the cycle will continue.

When did you ever get the chance to actually see your full potential? You never did and never would. There are those who would also argue how they got out for a few years and missed family and moved back. Which is perfectly fine by all means. Only a few years though? Hows that enough to even grow and challenge yourself.

Such thoughts leave me in the predicament I'm in now, away from home, in Seattle, staring at the rain pouring down from me at the bus stop. The lights are dim in the distance and the one nearest me is flickering with the small gusts of wind. No other cars on the streets by this small hotel. It's just the first stop I have to make on my journey. My cold feet are nearly frozen from standing as long as I have in this weather. So I slowly make my way to the check in desk, with only three thoughts in my head.

I'm cold. I'm alone. I am no one.