Chapter 53 Uncle
Emma strutted out of the CEO's office, her heart doing a happy dance. She'd just snagged the job, and the CEO's faith in her had her buzzing with excitement. She gave the documents in her hand a little pat, silently promising herself she wouldn't let him down.
"Emma, welcome aboard!" Her coworkers cheered, and Emma's face lit up with a big, grateful grin.
"Thanks, everyone! I'll give it my all!" she replied, feeling a wave of motivation wash over her.
Before she left the office, Emma remembered the coffee stain on his shirt. He'd messed up his clothes helping her out, and while she couldn't do much, washing a shirt was the least she could do.
Working here was a blast.
In a clean, comfy office building, doing what she loved without any annoying interruptions—this kind of life was pure bliss.
The day flew by, and Emma made plans to celebrate with Mia.
As she reached the company entrance, a sleek silver sedan pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing the CEO's handsome face.
"Hop in. I need to ask you something."
She had no clue what he wanted, but he'd helped her out a bunch, so answering a few questions was no biggie. Emma stepped forward, ready to get in the car.
But just as she was about to hop in, a black luxury car screeched up, its front end just inches from hitting her.
The window rolled down, revealing George's scowling face, eyes blazing with anger.
"Emma, get out!" he barked, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Emma frowned, thinking, 'Why is George here again?'
Seeing Emma hesitate, George turned to the man in the driver's seat and said coolly, "Uncle Michael, no need to trouble yourself. I'll take my wife home."
Her boss was actually George's uncle. She'd thought Michael Russell just had the same last name as George, but nope, they were family.
Michael got out of the car slowly, looking at Emma with a puzzled expression. "So, you're George's wife?"
Emma was stunned for a moment before replying, "For now, yeah."
Her answer made George's face darken instantly and piqued Michael's interest. He looked at George with a faint smile. "In that case, I won't intrude on you taking your wife home."
Before getting in the car, Michael shook hands with Emma politely. "Welcome to the company. Be ready for work tomorrow. With your skills, you'll do great things."
"Thanks, Mr. Russell. I'll do my best," Emma said sincerely, but before she could finish, George yanked her away and shoved her into the car.
Amid the roar of the engine, George's voice was faint but dripping with sarcasm.
"Emma, you're really something, aren't you? Planning to seduce every man in the Russell family? Being a woman to this extent is truly eye-opening." George's voice was low, his eyes filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Emma's anger flared up instantly.
Anna and George were annoying! First, Anna spilled coffee to sabotage her work, and now George was accusing her of being a slut. If they really didn't want to see her, they shouldn't provoke her.
Was it fun to chase her down and insult her?
"George, if you really consider me your wife, show me some respect, and also respect your grandpa and uncle. If you don't see me as your wife and did what you just did for your male pride, then stop the car right now, and I'll get out and leave!"
The vibe in the car was thick with tension. George's face was stone-cold, and he was gripping the steering wheel like he wanted to snap it in half. As he was grilling Emma about her relationship with Michael, he was about to blow a fuse.
"What's your deal with him?" he asked, his voice icy and barely holding back his rage.
"As you saw, he's my boss," Emma shot back, her own frustration and anger finally bubbling over.
"I bet you two are hooking up!" George's voice got louder, almost shouting, his eyes flashing with jealousy and suspicion.
"If you think I'm that trashy and cheap, go ahead and file for divorce. I'll get Grandpa to sign off on it!" Emma's voice rose, her heart pounding with fury.
Wasn't divorce what George wanted most? She was already on board!
But as soon as she said it, George's veins popped, and a dark storm brewed in his eyes.
"Are you so eager to ditch me and jump into someone else's bed, Ethan's or Michael's?" George's voice was filled with despair and anger. "Emma, listen up! I'll say this one last time! Our marriage isn't something you can end just because you feel like it! If you want to divorce me to chase other guys, you'll never get the chance in this lifetime! Get out!"
"I..." Emma felt a wave of despair, but she knew she had grown used to this helplessness and ultimately chose to get out of the car.
She stepped out, her heart a mess of emotions, watching George's car speed away. She took a deep breath and decided to take the subway to meet Mia at the restaurant.
In the restaurant, Emma and Mia were chowing down on some delicious food. Mia had knocked back quite a few drinks, her face glowing with happiness.
"Emma, I'm so stoked today!" Mia raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Congrats on sticking it out till now."
Emma laughed heartily. She wanted to down a few bottles to celebrate too, but considering her health, she just kept Mia company.
"No worries, I'll drink for you!" Mia laughed, continuing to raise her glass and getting thoroughly plastered.
As the night wore on, Emma supported the drunken Mia, slowly walking out of the restaurant. Her heart was filled with warmth.
Despite all the letdowns in life, having Mia's friendship made her feel incredibly happy.
Just as they reached Mia's apartment building, Emma suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. She saw George standing downstairs, his face grim, eyes flashing with complex emotions.
"Get in the car." George always spoke in a commanding tone, never giving Emma any choice.
But Emma wasn't in the mood to listen to him. She calmly said with a blank expression, "Sorry, Mr. Russell, we can talk tomorrow. It's late now."
George's eyebrows furrowed, clearly ticked off by the 'Mr. Russell' address. He repeated his command. "Get in the car."
"Who is it? Why so noisy?" Blocked from moving forward, the already drunk Mia lifted her bleary eyes, scrutinized George for a moment, and suddenly said with a playful smile, "I was wondering who it was, and it turns out it's you, you jerk!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Emma could clearly see George getting angry. Emma felt a wave of tension and quickly supported Mia to move a bit farther away, to keep George's anger from affecting Mia.
Emma said, "Mia, you're drunk. Let me help you back to sleep."
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