Chapter 4;

"Meeting ended." Jeremy’s dark voice loomed in, as he pushed the chair aside.

The gathering stood up, giving a curt bow, arranging their folders, before the door dinged, as a sign of their dismissal.

Jeremy sighed wearily, massaging his temples, he left the meeting room, walking to the receptionist. “Any appointment?”

The receptionist nodded her head. “Actually, the CEO of GameInc has booked a meeting with you, then after her, is a woman called Miss. Clare.”

He quirked his brows slightly, CEO Emma.

Right, he hadn’t seen her for weeks, and now she was already creeping to his side, he chuckled slightly, who ever could resist the charms of Jeremy Hart.

“When?” He asked, his voice tensed.

Through her glasses, the receptionist peered into the screen, before she looked back at him. “In the next five minutes sir,”

She gazed around, noticing his dim reaction.

"If you want, I can cancel the appointment." Her hands made to the delete button.

He raised his arms. "Don’t you dare do that!"

The receptionist shrieked slightly. "Sorry, anyways, when she is here, I will inform her that you are in your office. Is that okay?" She sighed wearily.

Jeremy just nodded, turning around, his tall legs making strides to his office.

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As Emma’s car stopped in front of the company, the door clicked opened, and she came out, the breeze blowing through her face, she gazed at the large office, her lips jerking upward, the exterior of the office was quite extravagant, with golden paints, and willows of flowers. She found herself drawn to the company.

All her life, she had never imagined coming to her rival’s company, the day she had sketched the game, and the next day, he had copid her game idea. She nodded her head in disdain, as her elevated legs made way into the company.

"Emma?" She had a quite taunting voice, and Emma tuned to look back suddenly, a heavy frown lingering in her lips.

"Clare?" Emma fought back the frown, so much, her jaw threatened to pop out. Clare had been her rival in all corners, first it the little threats, and then, it was Clare trying to beat her in everything.

Clare walked towards her, with a mocking smile, her short blonde hair tied into a bun, and her eyes sparkled rather dangerously, and the way she walked towards her, it was with too much pride, and an aura that told her, Emma could never beat her in anything.

"How have you been?" she flashed a taunting smile, and Emma could have sworn that was absolutely fake, heck, Clare’s life had always been so fake.

"I am well," Emma’s eyes trailed around her slim body, grasping her handbag frantically.

"Well, if you excuse me, I want to go in."

Clare scoffed lightly, "Why are you here? To see your boyfriend who works as a janitor?" She smiled, rather indifferently.

Emma sneered, she did find it really odd why Clare had always been picking on her ever since she was little, first it was prom, when she wore the red lace polka dot gown, Clare wearing the same thing, then it was her hand bag made with leather, then Clare’s made with posh leather.

And lastly, when Emma scored a one hundred in her exams, and Clare just had to go that far by scoring a one hundred and one. Frantic, rude, and self appeasing, Clare just wanted all the attention, the fame, and of course, all the things that were good, were basically hers.

Emma nodded her head, and just like her mother always said, some people didn’t even deserved to exist, and that she realized now, was so true.

"Yes. My boyfriend do works as a janitor here, isn’t that great?" Emma gnashed her teeth in disgust, staring at her.

Clare laughed brightly, sniffling a bit. "That’s too bad, I am here to see the CEO here, but I found out that my appointment is scheduled for later, so, I will leave and come back later," She flagged her bag in the air, taking some steps backward. "Have fun with your janitor." She left.

Emma restrained herself, from cracking Clare’s bones, she breathed heavily.

In and out,

In, then out.

Some people weren’t worth her time, and besides, she had came for a more interesting thing, she couldn’t let one childhood enemy ruin it for her, with an aura full of pride, she walked into the company, and after receiving the directions from the receptionist, she walked to his office.

She rubbed her hands together, fishing for the perfume in her bag, before hurriedly spraying it across her body, the scent reflecting the air, she smiled to herself, twisting the door knob of the office.

A calm smile, she noticed, why the heck did Jeremy had a calm smile, the way he twisted in his chair, like he had been expecting her for ages.

"Miss. Emma, I did not expect you to come, I thought I would be the one doing the pursuing." He relaxed on the chair, his sharp gaze on her every movement.

She smiled seductively, before taking her seat, her hang bag rested on her lap, as she leaned on the table, her hands supporting her jaw, and her eyes glistened in the light. "I must say, I am really good in the pursuing, don’t you think?"

He gulped down nothing in particular, his body almost shrinking in her gaze. Was this woman trying to seduce him?

It was hot, he presumed, the whole place was freaking hot, he edged his tie, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "What’s the main reason why you are here?" He tried to keep his voice neutral, but that didn’t worked, it only ended up coming out forced.

"Is it bad to visit my hubby at work?" She tilted her head, giving him that look, that crazy look that almost swept him over his seat.

Hubby?

Visit hubby at work?

He needed therapy, really quick.

"Let’s be brief with ourselves," His voice was quivered. "Why are you here?"

Emma stood up from the chair, placing her bag on the table, she walked towards him, he stared, those strides, they felt so majestically, he felt like his world had paused, just by watching her walk over to him felt like years, and when she finally approached him, she cupped his chin, smiling seductively.

"W-what are you doing?" He stumbled in his words.

"What do you imagine, Mr. Hart?"