Susan guided Emma through the maze-like corridors. They rounded a corner, and there before them was a big wooden door, carved with fine details. Susan pushed it open to reveal a comfortable and well-designed space. Emma noticed that it was the only private office on level six. "Welcome to your new creative haven!" Susan smiled and motioned for Emma to enter.With her eyes wide in amazement, Emma entered the space. The room was decorated with shelves stacked with design books and artistic references, and the walls were painted in serene pastel tones. Natural light flooded the space from the large window at the opposite end, creating a cosy and welcoming atmosphere. Susan drew the blinds closed, hiding what was going on inside behind the transparent wall. “If you do not want anyone to see what is going on in your office, you can put that down,” she said, referring to the blinds.Her office? That sounded like a dream. Her attention was drawn to the design machine. It was tastefully p
“Mr. Queen?” She was shocked to see him there.Ezra peered his head out of the car window that rolled down. "Get inside!" he called out over the storm, concern etched on his face.Emma hesitated only for a moment before hurrying to the car and jumping into the passenger seat. The relief she felt from escaping the rain was matched only by the surprise of seeing Ezra."Thank you!" Emma managed to say, breathless and grateful."No problem," Ezra replied with a warm smile. "I saw you from afar and thought you could use a ride.” “Oh. I could use one.” Emma nodded, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She was uncomfortable about how wet she would make his car seat, but Ezra wasn’t concerned about that. He reached out to turn on the heater instead. As the rain continued to fall outside, Emma and Ezra found themselves in a cocoon of warmth inside the car as he drove away. Ezra turned a corner that led to the road to Emma's house, and the car was silent the entire time. He had
"The security let me in. I hope you do not mind." Oh, he minds. He really minds, and she is starting to get on his nerves. “What—-what are you doing here? Why are you wearing my clothes?” "The rain soaked me. I did not have anything else to wear, so I borrowed this." She gave him a friendly smile. "Are you a fan of macaroni?" “No. I also want you to return home." He approached the stairs and turned to face her. “Why are you here?” "I was sent here by Mr. Queen. He asked me to give you some files." She motioned to the table, and Ezra's gaze met the stacked books on the table.“Were you at my parent’s house again?” "Do not say it as if it is a bad thing. Your mother wanted to spend some time with me. I had to go. Your father stated that the files are extremely important." "And you brought it tonight, of all days?" "I did not have a choice but to bring it tonight. I will be very busy tomorrow." Ezra let out a sigh. He could not stand there and argue with her any longer. "When yo
Emma was overjoyed when she awoke the next morning. She shut the curtains completely as she moved toward Zoella's bedroom. As usual, Zoella was already awake when she slid the door open. “Good morning, sweet.” “Hi, Emma.” Once the door was fully open, Emma entered. “How are we feeling today?” Zoella was not smiling, which meant something. "I am not feeling well." “Is there any problem?” She took her temperature, which was normal. "You appear to be in good health." Zoe jerked her head up. “No. I am not.” Emma sat down next to her and started tickling her, which made Zoe laugh out loud. “You don’t want to go to school?” Zoe's doe eyes stared at Emma with such innocent innocence. “But you love school. You will have the opportunity to play with Bella and your other friends." “Can I not go today?” “You are three years old. You are going.” “But I don’t even learn anything. I already know them all. The alphabet and numbers. Up to a thousand and more." Emma exclaimed in surprise, as
"She will be fine, Mr. Queen," the doctor assured as he reached for his bag. "All she needs to do is rest a little and take her medications, and she will be fine." "Thank you very much, Doctor Hariton." Ezra's gaze was drawn to the bed, where Heather was sound asleep, wrapped in blankets. When he woke up for work this morning, the rain had already stopped, and it bothered him that Heather had never texted or left a note indicating that she had already left. He made the decision to call her, and he heard her phone ring from the room he had assigned to her. He was perplexed. It was already after seven a.m., and she had not left yet? Or did she leave her phone at home? Before entering her room, he knocked on the door first. He did not hear any response, so he went in, and he was surprised to see her there. He approached the curtain and pulled it up, allowing the morning light to enter the room, but all he could hear was a hum. Ezra walked over to her bed. “Heather,” He called, but all
Ezra had his arms crossed. "It's not a crime. It’s just that it is too early for you to come here.” Scott leaned in. "Are you sick or something?" “What do you mean?” Scott sucked in his breath and leaned back on the chair. “It just doesn’t make sense.” Scott continued when Ezra furrowed his brow. “You don’t take breaks from work. You don't appear unwell, either. Tell me. What's happening. “How did you know I was here?” “I checked your office, of course. Milan said you decided to stay home. The Ezra Queen I know is not like that. He doesn’t use money to play.”"Perhaps all he needs is a day off from the stress." Scott laughed. "A break? Don’t make me laugh, you comedian. You love stress. You once said that making money kills all that. What changed? Was it Emma? Or…" He smirked. “You have someone here, and you don’t want me to know about it?” "Scott. This is my personal life.” "Ugh. Don’t be boring. Are you fucking a new person? Does she have a large bosom or ass? I genuinely ha
Emma cast a glance over to Zoe, who was preoccupied with the mini meatballs on her plate. She chose one and put it into her mouth. While chewing, she looked up at Emma. "You are very quiet." “No talking while eating.” Sighing, Emma dropped her fork into her unfinished spaghetti. Before leaving work, she had been thinking about Ezra. She could not even ask Gia and Floria to join her in her celebrations because of this. She sighed again, and Zoe's gaze returned to her. “Emma.” “Hmm.” She looked at Zoe, waiting for her to say something else. "I have already finished my food, but I am not full." Emma chuckled. Her gaze was drawn to the plate in front of her. "Would you like mine? I will not be able to finish it." Zoe gave a nod. Emma emptied her plate into Zoe's bowl. "What should we say?" “Thank you.” She clutched the plate close to her chest and began digging through it. "You have been eating a lot recently." “And you haven’t.” "You should not be concerned about me. I am the gr
Emma knocked on the door of the principal's office the next morning. She walked in after hearing a female voice summon her. “Good morning, Principal Olivia.” Emma shut the door behind her, and the woman in front of her immediately stood up. "Please call me, Olivia." The woman was in her late forties and had short, blonde hair that was wavy. Her skin was pale, but she wore makeup. Emma could tell her makeup was light because her wrinkles were not covered. Her lips were cherry red, and the way she smiled revealed a full set of teeth. She was dressed in a suit set. A suit jacket on top and suit pants on the bottom. The suit jacket was completely buttoned up. "Please take a seat." “Thank you.” Emma pulled out a chair and sat. "I am here to discuss something concerning my daughter." “Ah. You must be Mrs. Facer.” “Miss Facer.” Emma clarified. She gave a silly little laugh. "I sincerely apologise.""It is all right. Principal Olivia smiled. "Miss Ava spoke to me earlier about your visi