CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21

Last night was so fun that we didn't notice the time and we forgot that we all have works the next day. I remembered telling them

“Oh for heaven's sake, you two are both the CEO's, you can be go to work anytime you want and yet still earning. But me? I'm just an ordinary employee that if I ran late, a part of my salary will also be deducted.” I stated, rolling my eyes.

“You're entitled for vacation leave anyway and...” Emerson pauses as he turns his head on me while sitting on the limo. “And you're an extraordinary woman. Remember that.” that.

Made. Me. Speechless ladies and gentlemen.

“Someone is blushing” Emerson tease. Oh that playful smile.
Groaning, I roll my eyes on him.

“My mother actually told me that those that roll their eyes are those women which are feeling hoity- toity inside.” Emerson said, smirking at me. Men and their smirks can't leave without each other. It's like they're married.

I stuck my tongue out to him.


That day seems to past really quick. As the new assistant of Ms. McClaire, she gave me a welcome gift which is actually very thoughtful of her. But at the back of my mind, I was like, did she used the money that she stole from Emerson to buy this bag?

I’ve never been so judgmental in my life, don't be ridiculous. Okay fine, sometimes but Ms. McClaire, even though she looks so strict, I don't think she can do something like stealing the money that doesn't belong to her.

“Use that bag everyday when going to work, I don't like someone sees my assistant's bag which isn't a designer bag.” I remember her say.

I just nodded and thank her. Well, this is a Hermes bag; I think I saw it on one of the magazines I glanced. It was actually carried by Paris Hilton.


Ms. McClaire eyed me I don't know why but I think she's expecting me to jump of excitement, hug her and kiss her for giving me such an Hermes like just what my assistant on Jem's Construction when I gave her my limited edition Gucci bag because her bag was stolen by a thief. I remember her coming at my office with swollen red eyes telling me that the notes I told her to write during the meeting was inside the bag that was just stolen.

“LV.” I heard someone said while I'm typing reports.

“LV!” that's Ms. McClaire. I think she's on the phone.
Then my phone rings.

“Hello, this is Ms. Jean McClaire's office. How may I help you”? I said.

“Ms. Gilbert, Ms. McClaire said she's been yelling your name for hundred time, her words not mine. Anyway, you're not answering her.” oh shoot!
That LV she's been yelling is me.

“Crap! Okay thank you.” and by that, I hung up the phone and ran to her office.

When I opened the door, I saw table full of files and behind it Ms. McClaire seats. She looks distress.

“I've been calling you for God knows how many times. Where have you been!” she said, putting down the files she's reading.

“I'm sorry Ms. McClaire. I didn't know I was the LV you're calling.” I encountered.

“I don't know what to call you aside from Ms. Gilbert.” she said more calmly than a while ago.

“Call me Love.”

“Okay. Your first name it is. And just call me Jean.”

This week is going to be a hell lot different.

I was about to open the door of the pantry when I heard a woman talking.

“We need to do it” the woman said. May be she's cheering up the person she been talking.

“I don't know if I can do it.” the other woman said. Wait, her voice is familiar -- I might have heard her somewhere.

Emerson POV

“What is wrong with you!”

“Do not. I mean it, do not raise your voice again inside my office, on my premises.” I say to Jem who just actually barged in my office yelling. The h*ll. I don't even know why.
She's like a girl sometimes, oh no, sorry. It's always.

“What exactly is your plan Emerson? Why the f*ck you didn't tell me in the first place that it is not true.” he said angrily. He even held his temple and walk continuously.

“Sit.” I said.

“I'm not your employee, you can't tell me what to do. Now. Explain yourself.” he replied. This idiot is giving me a hard time.

“I didn't say that you're my employee. I'm telling you to sit down because my head is aching on all the yelling and you walking around my office like you wanted to pee but the teacher didn't let you. It's starting to piss me off.” by that, he stops roaming around and deeply sighs.

“Sit down. I'll explain.”

He launched himself on the chair at the front of my table. “This better be good reason.”