CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 33

"May I cut in?" both Emerson and I look at to whom the voice was from.

"Thomas." said Emerson.

Thomas?.... and that hit’s me. OH!! That Thomas I met on the bar. Yes, it’s him, the one who has the blue eyes.

"So?... May I?" Thomas asked flashing his grin.'

"You might have to ask the woman. She's the one you'll be dancing anyway." said Emerson, looking away. His jaw tensed a bit.

When I look at Thomas, he's still smiling looking at his friend.

When he looks at me, he's still smiling.

"No, You might have to ask this man in front of me since he was the one who invited me to dance with him." I said smiling.

Emerson looked surprised when he heard me but then smirks.

"Well, in that case you might want to start walking away because I don't want you touching even her hair." Emerson said. Thomas and I look like a statue. When I felt Emerson's little touch, that's when I regained my consciousness.

Thomas laughs and then taps his friend's shoulder.

"You got it so bad. She got you under control." then he left.

"Come on; let's go back to our table." Emerson said then he led me back to our place.

Our encounter with Thomas left me speechless. I know, I will be dreaming of this scenario over and over again.

Emerson pov

I never expected that she'll say that.

I know I smirked. I just don't want her to see my happiness deep inside.
When I was looking at her, she dresses simple today but even though that's the case, she's still beautiful. I think that's why Martha likes her. She's the kind of woman who would know one's attitude based on how the other people dressed. She even texted me when she left the office.

She's beautiful and nice.
A keeper.
Don't screw it up. She's definitely the woman you’re looking for your whole life.

I want to stop this feeling but then a part me says no.

You don't deserve her. You set her up, remember?

I shook my head. Maybe it’s time? May be it’s time for me to tell her everything she needs to know. I've been giving her things she needed and wanted with notes in it. I know it’s creepy, like a crazy suitor but it makes me feel like it’s a good thing. When I saw how she smells the flowers I personally picked, it gives me happiness.

"Emerson?" I heard her say.
Then when I look up at her, she has the face of what is wrong with you? She also tilts her head, waiting for me to answer him but I just shrug.

"I need to tell you something."Love stated.


Love pov

Then he raises his brows waiting for my answer.

I tried to formulate words on how should I start it. I just don't know how.
Just say it, Love. Keep it simple. It's your job anyway.

"Just tell me." he said, shrugging. He then bite of his steak.

"IsawsomethingonJean'stable." I said without breathing.

Then he snaps at me. "What?" he chuckles. "Say it a little more slower." he added shaking his head.

"Uhmmm..... I.... "

"You what?"

"I might have seen something on Jean's table." I said, looking away.

Then he laughs. I looked at him. "The way you say it, it look likes you saw a used condom on her table." he said, teasing.

That made me feel so awkward. "NO!" I snap.

He grins. "If it’s not a condom then why do you have that kind of face.” he said. "It’s like you wanted to say it but you don't want to." he added.
Then I nodded. THAT IS SO ACCURATE. It’s just that I don't like destroying other people lives.

Especially when they do something good for me or are really nice to me

"Just forget it." I said, and then sip on my wine.

"No, you have to tell me or otherwise we will stay here unless you say it." he said seriously. "What did you saw on her table?"

"A folder." I said. "A blue folder" I added, swallowing.

"And? What about that folder?"

Then I tried to calm my nerves and head so I could explain it to him. I don't know that it would require me a lot of courage. I thought this job would be as simple as the alphabets.

"One time, while she was going out I saw her keeping on her chest this blue folder; I offered to help her since she's also carrying her bags. But I just shrug it off." I said.

"Then?"

"Have you seen me coming to her office? I mean, when you got there?" I ask and he nodded.

"When I went inside, I saw the same blue folder again. Then my brain told me to take a peak on it and then my conscience says no because that would be like invading her privacy." then he nods again. I don't know what his reaction is because I just look at my food while I am talking to him.

"I saw the financial statements for this year in one paper. Sorry I take a look on your revenues. “He just nodded again.

”That's on the first page. On the second one, when I turned it, it's just a photocopy of this year's FS so I concluded that it's nothing. When I about to close it, I saw that it's not the same as on the first page. So what I did is that I compared the two. I wrote the balances and took pictures of it. When I was analyzing everything on that folder, I have noticed that some of the funds are missing, some of the expenses are so high and yet the revenue doesn't tally the percentage of those that are in expense. It's not balanced."

Emerson is in silence. He's calculating everything I think.

"So, did she have the funds that are missing?" Emerson asked.

"I don't know because I'm not aware of her assets."

"We need to find it out." Emerson said.
Then that ends our night on the restaurant. He assists me on the chair and led me to his car.

"No, I'll just grab a cab so you could take a good rest on your apartment." I say.

"Who told you we're done? We’re not. “Emerson replied and that earns a chuckle from me.

"Where are we going then?"

"My apartment." he said then he drove.
His apartment? What the hell? I start to feel a little unwell. You know a part of me got excited and then the other scared me because I don't know what will happen on his apartment. There are many things to do inside.

"I don't bite. Don't be scared." he said grinning.

The hell is his grin.

"Is that so obvious?" then he nods still grinning.