Becca's presentation to Donald.

              Chloe's pov:

"Chloe!" Emily called aloud. 

I grumbled angrily and closed my ears with my both hands.

Jeez, that woman can disturb!

Ever since she returned from her work, it's Chloe this, Chloe that.

Gosh! I'm tired already.

She wouldn't even give me a break.

"Chloe!" She called again, but this time around, very loud.

"Yes Emily, I'm coming!" I grumbled loudly.

I got down from the bed and slipped in my legs in what Emily called *a fluffy slippers.*

I walked out of the room and went down the stairs, as she had called it too.

She was there, her legs crossed on the center glass table.

"Yes Emily." I feigned a tight lip smile.

"It's ma'am Emily. And ma'am when you're addressing me." She chastised.

"Okay Emi... I mean, ma'am Emily." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"I want you to go to the kitchen and get me an apple from the counter."