CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 37

The week seems to blur. Work, home, work home and sometimes Emerson would call me just to ask how I am. We even talked about the blue folder I told him. He's convincing me to find supporting evidences so that it would prove that she stole money from the company. In the end, because of his perseverance, I agreed to it.

One day I was in the elevator going down when someone dings it on the 6th floor.

When the door opened, it’s Emerson with some of the investors, I think.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Triumph." I greeted him and then I also acknowledged the two English men.

Like the perfect gentleman, he greeted me as well and then introduces me to others. They just nodded at me.

He introduced me as one of the assistant of CFO and one of the assets in the company. Me? I just smiled. I can't even say a humor because the investors might think that I'm not respecting the CEO.

I was distracted on my cloud nine when one of the investors said, "Why don't you join our lunch since you're one of the assets of this company?"

Then the other agreed to him and says, "Yes that's right. We need to know what and how Emerson here really operates his business and how he treats his employees in their own perspective."

When I look at him, they both have beards like the other English men I saw. The one wearing red tie is Mr. Scourgh. He has a very deep blue eyes and the other wearing green tie is Mr. Haw. He has gray eyes. They both look a little bit older than Emerson.

But? I don't even know his age. Yes. I really don't know it. But whatever.

"Yes of course Mr. Scourgh." Emerson replied to the man. Then he faced me. "Ms. Gilbert, will you please join us on our lunch? If you do, I will call your boss." Emerson stated.

"Sure Mr. Triumph. I would love to join." I replied, shyly.

I was so silent inside the car because they're talking about investments and other business talks.

I saw an Italian restaurant when we passed by and then I remembered the pasta he cooks. The juiciness of the meatballs and let's not forget the kitchen that was so modern.

There are two pillars that would lead you in the kitchen. It is an art of perfection, it’s like you've seen the Athens. Table were matched with the pillars, it’s a white marble table. The chairs are soft and comfortable, like the chairs that belongs in the living room. The chandelier at the center are not ordinary, they look unique. It has different shades of crystals and the center of it has a tear like crystal.

"Ms. Gilbert?" Emerson said. Then when I look at him, he's not the only one staring at me. As well the investors.

"You zoned out Ms. Gilbert. Something's wrong?" He asks.

Mr. Scourgh smiled. "We bore her, aren't we?"He asks. Then I immediately shake my head.

Contemplate yourself Love!!! Breathe! You look like a retard!
"Not at all, Mr. Scourgh. I was just thinking of the house I visited last time." I said, smiling.

He raised his eyebrows. Looking surprised, he said. "What's so unique about this house that you zoned out?" He asks.

"The view sir. It’s so perfect. It’s very freshly to see, especially at night." I replied.

I didn't see what Emerson looks but I can sense that he knows I'm referring to his apartment.

"Well since you are a fan of views, why don't we take you to the most special spot of this restaurant so you'll have time to visit us again and enjoy it?" This time Mr. Haw stated. He looks so sweet, you know? Like a brother.

"I would love to." I replied.

Emerson raised his eyebrows like questioning me but I just shrug and smiled at him.

When the two investors were far, he leans a little more closely to me and directs his mouth on my right ear. "Are you flirting with him?" That snaps me to him immediately. Now, we're so close, it’s more like a nose to nose.

"I don't flirt." By that I strode away from him.
We were assisted at one room, it’s quieter and the lights are much prettier. This must be the restaurant's VIP room.

"Ms. Gilbert, I would like you to see this." Mr. Scourgh said as he unbinds the windows big curtain.
By the time he unbinds it, I am faced with buildings after building, I can even see the statue of liberty from here. "This would be more beautiful at night." I stated.

"It is." Mr. Haw replied as he walks towards me.

"The foods are here." Mr. Scourgh said.

The lunch is plain business. Me? I just sat there and hear how they talk. I sometimes ask to answer different things. How would the ordinary employee would feel about things and if I would be in their position, what would I do?

While Mr. Haw was talking about his business proposal, I felt Emerson’s left hand touches my right hand. It’s under the table. I froze, and then Emerson looked at me and smiles.

The gentlemen in front of us didn't notice our exchange. They busy talking about business.

"Are you alright Ms. Gilbert?" Emerson asked. "You look a little conscious." He added.

For the love of God. Why would you say that whilst you know why I'm feeling this way.

The gentlemen look at me with concerned looked.

"Oh! We're really sorry. Maybe she's too bored." Mr. Haw said.

"No Mr. Haw, I was just thinking of the things I should do for later." I replied. Mr. Haw and Mr. Scourgh both nodded but Emerson just smirks.

This guy knows how to control my blush.