Lyssandra's pov
"Boss, I'm telling the truth. I really saw Lyssandra take the watch!"
I sighed for the umpteenth time, running a hand through my hair.
I had never seen anyone as shameless as this wench, how exactly could she accuse someone of stealing without any solid proof?
I crossed my hands over my chest, tilting my head to the side as I asked.
"What proof do you have that I stole the watch?"
Both Chloe and I started working at this bar two years ago. We didn't exactly speak to each other, but I got this weird vibe from her that she didn't exactly like me.
Was that surprising? No.
"Proof? We don't need proof to confirm it. Lisa was with me when I saw you shove the watch into your purse" Her red eyes met my gaze head on.
"If you really aren't responsible. You won't care if we check the said purse, right?"
I watched her lips curved into a weird smile and at that moment, I knew I had finally fallen into her trap.
The wrist watch in question belonged to a regular customer, who I had served a few minutes after clocking in.
I didn't even catch a glimpse of how exactly the watch looked but now I was being accused of stealing it.
"Mr Carson, Sandra would never do something like that" The owner of the watch said to my boss with a small smile, picking up the glass of whiskey in front of him before taking a sip.
"It wouldn't hurt to check. You and you, go search the locker room and make sure you find the watch" Mr Carson said to the two large sized bodyguards that stood right in front of the entrance of the office.
"Understood boss" With a slight bow, they hurried off to the locker room and I could only pray.
My father had been considered the most famous criminal for years, and I. His daughter didn't exactly have a good reputation.
It started from my wavy black hair, with the ends dyed in red, the rose tattoo drawn onto the side of my waist and the deadpanned look I always had on that seemed to scare people.
Getting a job at this bar hadn't been easy but they paid well accompanied with the huge tips from those perverted men. Trust me, I had felt the lecherous gazes of these men on my body accompanied by them trying to feel me up, creeped me out but at least it puts food on my table.
Moments later, the bodyguards returned; One had a black watch on hand and the other bodyguard had my brown slingshot bag in his left hand.
Their faces held a grim expression as they placed the wrist watch on Mr Carson's desk, even when they took a step away from the desk...they didn't speak.
"Huh? Why the heck are you both staying quiet?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the wristwatch. "Where did you find it?"
One of the bodyguard's sighed, his eyes flickering to where I stood. "We found it in Miss Silver's purse. We weren't sure at first if the purse belonged to her, but the cleaning lady confirmed it"
All eyes shifted to me at that moment, my hands that were shoved into my pockets curled into fists.
"I'm being framed here. I didn't take the watch" I said firmly, my eyes meeting Mr Carson's and the owner of the watch's gaze.
"Ha! You can keep denying it, but now we have proof. You should at least be apologizing but you still dare to act this arrogant" Chloe said with a scoff and I turned my head towards her, taking a step forward.
"I would appreciate it if you stayed out of this, Chloe. Don't make me repeat myself" I said coldly, she glared at me before whipping her head in the opposite direction.
"Lyssandra, if you didn't take my watch how did it end up in your possession? You know I've been nothing but kind to you and this is how you repay me?" Dennis (aka owner of the stolen watch ) spoke, dropping his glass onto the mahogany desk in front of him with a soft clink.
"I've been moving back and forth between the pantry and the table. I didn't even get a time to visit the locker's" I said with a sigh.
"I'm not saying I don't believe you. But I can let you off the hook if you do one thing for me" Dennis responded, both him and Mr Carson exchanged glances. I bit on my lower lip before swallowing hard.
"And what could that thing be?" I asked, feigning confusion. If they were going to fire me, they better do it now than make me do some creepy ass thing.
"It's simple, serve me for two nights and I'll let bygones be bygones" Dennis said, his eyes leaving my face as they trailed down my body in a very nasty manner. I heard Chloe giggled beside me and I almost puked at that moment.
"Because of a wrist watch? You expect ME to give you my dignity or rather, serve you" I said, scoffing at the end of my words. "I'm not doing anything like that. If you're doing this because you don't want him to fire me, then I quit"
Not waiting for them to respond, I turned around and walked towards the exit of the door. Just as my hand touched the handle, I felt a strong grip on my shoulder.
"Can you leave us for a moment?" Dennis said, I didn't know who he was talking to and I didn't want to know.
"Let go of me" I said calmly, trying to pry his hand off my shoulder but he didn't budge.
He remained standing behind me, even as I heard numerous footsteps of people leaving the room and the soft click of the door behind me being closed. I turned my head around slightly, ignoring Dennis's face as I looked around the room.
Chloe and Mr Carson were gone and the bodyguards had their backs facing us.
"Lyssandra, I'm not trying to hurt you. You know, I've been admiring you for a very long time. I just want us to spend a bit of time together" Dennis whispered against my ear, taking a step closer to me.
"Us? I don't want to spend time with you and could you back away from me? This is invasion of my personal space" I said stiffly, when I felt his hand on my shoulder stiffen.
I elbowed him in the stomach making him stumble back with a hand placed over the spot my elbow had come in contact with.
"Still as feisty as ever, ayy?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
His hand reached under his shirt and before I could even realize what was going on.
A revolver was already pointed straight at my chest. "This is going to be the last time I'd be kind to you, Sandra. If you understand me, get on your knees"