"Amelia Mary Earhart was the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. She received the United States Distinguished Flying Cross for this accomplishment. She set many other records, wrote best-selling books about her flying experiences and was instrumental in the formation of The Ninety-Nines, an organization for female pilots. In 1935, Earhart became a visiting faculty member at Purdue University as an advisor to aeronautical engineering and a career counselor to women students. She was also a member of the National Woman's Party and an early supporter of the Equal Rights Amendment." My history teacher, Ms. Brice lectured to the class. "I will assign a five page paper on how Earhart has impact female piloting percentage wise? Would she be proud of the progress or want more of it? And also, a woman you know who is an inspiration."

Myself and the class, jot down the questions. My phone rings. Ms. Brice eyes me as I check it. "Vibrate please, also it is rude to answer phones in class."

"I'm sorry, it's my job." I plead. The teacher, a short stubby woman, nods reluctantly. "Thank you."

"Borrow notes from your classmate."

"Hello?" I answer outside the door.

"Ms. Joy?"

"Yes."

"This is Kathy Rose."

Oh...the bitch that ghosted me. "I remember you, has my case been considered?"

"No."

"But I have evidence!"

"In your contract, it's states that collecting surveillance material from the workplace is a penalty and is countered with termination. The judge will dismiss your claim as unlawful since the cameras are outdated and only pick up sound. Your boss's lawyer will suggest that you have tampered with the audio. Due to the fact of voice copying devices existing."

"So I'll lose in court, that's fucked up!!!"

"I know this is insane, but trust me Ms. Joy, I have seen cases as such happen with many female assistants Mr. Pierce has hired. I'm flattered that you sought out a female agent such as myself because the business is corrupt by males. I’m sorry I couldn't help you." She says sadly. "I suggest you quit today...Mr. Pierce doesn't give out shush money. "

I hang up on her. "FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!" My voice echo, I clutch my hair back.

After school, I head to my dorm and flop on my bed. Work was not my priority right now. I was most likely fired already. Maya, Kristin, and Yasmine voices are heard the beyond door. Laughing, like hyenas. The door opened and the laughing cut short. "Hey." Yasmine spoke, rocking a pastel, blue pixie cut. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"Wanna talk about it."

"No, but thank you."

"Why you don't talk to us??" Maya, a bleach blonde, tall and lanky girl, asks with an attitude.

Kristin elbows her. "Stop."

"No, we've been roommates for two months now, what's your deal."

"Anyway." Kristin interrupts her again. "Let's head to planet fitness, we can't keep stalling on our glutes."

I sit up. Planet fitness was where I saw that bike...and they just happen to be going there?? Plus, I've been needing to work my glutes anyway. "I'm just a private person, I'm not a bitch...I know it can seems like I hate on y'all but I don't. Women need to get along more."

"That's the truth." Yasmine agrees.

Maya surveys me, harshly. "Anyway...mind if I go with to the gym?"

So, finally, I was working out my ass muscles, floppy thighs, hips, and fat stomach with an easy exercise that requires no weights or equipment, just a soft surface. Glute bridges...I discovered it on YouTube...you can literally do it on your bed. As I jerk my waist and butt up while keeping my head, lower body, and legs rested on the floor. I spot the motorcycle and the owner of it. Lex. He mounts off the bike and enters the gym. Heading to a back employee room. My roommates stretch beside me.

Maya follows my gaze. "See, even she knows to come here for a badboy treat."

I continue my workout. "Ha, is that why you guys come here?"

"Yes and no...but mostly yes." Yasmine smirks.

Kristin rolls her eyes, pushing back long, flat, jet black hair. "Don't even give him the time...I thought girls were smart enough to spot damaged goods."

"He's good alright." Maya sticks out her tongue.

"You know him?" I ask, out of breath from my workout.

"Well.."

Kristin cuts her off, I see this is a habit. "No, she doesn't even talk to him because he might reject her. That dude is coincided and unattractive."

I laugh and rest my whole body on the mat. "He's beautiful...I can't disagree with that, but he's a dick, like his dad."

They all stop stretching. "Say what?!" Yasmine blares out. "You know his dad?"

"I worked for his dad, he's shitty and hateful. I actually feel sorry, kinda...." I sit up, heaving.

"Lex and Maya...that's sounds right." Maya disregards what I said entirely.

"I'm gonna go get a gatorade." As my feet pound to a vending machine, I glance back at the girls, Maya and Yasmine whisper to one another. Probably making a plan to have me introduce them to Lex. Girls are so shallow sometimes.

"Hey." Oh my shit...I know that voice, the deep tone. I swirl around and look up at Lex. "I seen you somewhere, right?"

"In your dad's office two days ago."

"Right, yeah." I try not to eye his ripping arms, veiny and tan. Tattoos, but I couldn't make out of what. His dark eyes kinda matched his hair, like a rich deep brown with hints of caramel. "Have fun working for motherfucker." His stare lingers on my lips for a bit. Ugh...guys, just think they can look anywhere they want.

"Tell me about it." I say with much strain as he walks off. Kinda rude. The girls rush over to me, even Kristin. Like I said, girls can be shallow. "Don't." I say to them.

"It looks like he likes you, he rarely talk to anyone he just train classes here." Yasmine winks at me.

"I gotta pee." I race off, using an excuse to flee from boy crazed girls. In a hall, I push open a door, into the men's room, Inside the restroom I find Lex, jerking off a thick ass, eight inch dick. Rock hard and bone straight. A huge load of cum sprays into the sink.