Reya had constantly been the type to thrive off of people underestimating her, it gave her a completely new drive for whatever it is people thought she couldn’t do. Made her work that much harder to prove all of them wrong, which is exactly why she landed a position at the top of her class in the academy because she wanted to prove every single person there wrong. So that’s exactly what she did, refusing to focus on anything but training and being the best of the best and sure enough, people didn’t like her for that either. Especially some of the guys who knew they stood no chance up against her, the small framed, five foot three girl. It drove their egos mad and they tried their hardest to beat her, only to end up failing when it counted the most and well, that gave Reya a feeling of power that she’d never had before in her life and she rather enjoyed it. Not to mention she constantly had her parents in the back of her mind, knowing they’d be so disappointed if she didn’t make it her top priority to be the best, look where that got her though. “Honestly, I laugh every single time I think about it because it isn’t just him who’s suffering. The whole squad lost someone who was way better than Paul Blart and now they’re all paying the price of being misogynistic assholes.” Reya said with a laugh, shaking her head at the thought of all of them having some sort of issue going on now that the lost not only a good member of the team, but a whole one in general given the man’s security guard status. “Which is why none of their badgering or bullying bothered me in the slightest, I simply gave them a smile and went about kicking their asses at literally everything. “Not to mention the dangers you actually put yourself more at risk of when you’re hungover. Not saying that I ever went to a job hungover, but I know people who have and let’s just say that it cost them a lot. Not worth it.” She replied, shaking her head slightly as she remembered someone she used to train with who got fired just because she came in half-hungover one morning for a last minute meeting. However, due to the things she’d gone through in her past, she couldn’t sit there and say she never drank because in reality, she did, and it was probably considered heavily. “Most people tell me that he died doing what he loved to do, so I should be okay with it. Which, in all honesty, I don’t have a choice in that or not, and they are right, he loved his job.. but I still feel like there’s something that went on that no one is telling us. It all seems too fishy, you know? Not to mention the fact they had me go to identify him AT the scene, not in the morgue.” She explained, huffing out a small sigh as that night played back in her head. “I guess I just wasn’t cut out for dealing with things like that because losses, even if no one actually passed, are extremely hard for me to take.. So the fact that you can, even though it’s still not the easiest thing in the world, is pretty amazing.” She said with a small smile attempting to pull at the corners of her lips. “I used to be the type that had daily updates sent to me with information that was going on back in the states or in Paris, got tired of continuing to tie myself down to the past, so I stopped those updates. Still try to keep up here and there, but it’s not daily.”
“Well, I sure hope they learned their lessons after you left. They simply just can’t live with their misogynistic forever especially now that things have changed and such thinking are usually frowned upon in some parts of the society.” Myra uttered as she let out a soft chuckle whilst she listened to the brunette’s story. Surely, it was one of those tales that she found horrifying and amusing at the same time and Reya sure knows how to balance things out as she told her tale. But it was also mainly because she understood every parts of it which piqued the interest to listen to her tale in the first place. The redhead just simply hated the way that some men think — the way that they still think as if they were stuck in the old days where women had no power or say to anything — and truth be told, she could talk about this all day and could express her opinions about it with someone who can understand. “And yeah, never go to work when you’re hungover. Even driving to work could be dangerous as you will be distracted especially with the pounding in your head, it’ll be hard to concentrate thus might even end up in an accident,” she uttered. “Better call-in and skip work for that day than to risk everything.” Myra went on before she listened to Reya’s words regarding her loss and felt more sympathetic — if that was even possible — than ever. “Maybe he did die doing what he loves but yes, that sounds dodgy for my opinion.” Her brows furrowed as she thought for a moment before she spoke once more. “Being in the field definitely is something and I’d like to think that there’s nothing impossible if you’re really into something and you’re willing to work hard for it — even if you have to stomach every deaths you have to see in the crime scene, it takes time to get used to it but you will, eventually.” The redhead said with a nod as she gave the other a small smile. “Well, that would’ve been me if I hadn’t have my own form of updates everyday. But either way, it never hurts to be aware of things.”
