"Do they even realize what kind of people they've brought along? If they've hired them, they should be prepared to play house. Why the pretense?" Emily thought, watching Stacey with an impassive face.
"There are so many of us here, and it's not just up to you," Emily told Stacey. "Let's put it to a vote." She turned to the group. "For the decision to hire help, let's show our stance with a show of hands."
Atwood immediately raised his hand in agreement as Emily finished speaking.
Baird and Beau glanced at Murray, who stood aloof in the distance. Thought to themselves that they had already given Murray enough face by coming to this forsaken place; nobody wanted to suffer unnecessarily. They bit the bullet and raised their hands, "We agree too."
Emily looked at Ronald, who hesitated, his eyes on Jean.
Jean and Haley agreed, and Ronald, eager to please, quickly followed suit.
When Stacey saw Murray stop, she asked, "What's wrong?""Just tired, need to rest a bit," Murray responded dismissively. Seeing Stacey and the others preparing to stop, he added, "You go ahead."His tone was unusually cold and distant.Stacey was taken aback.The two 'darlings,' adept at reading the room, quickly stepped forward to pull Stacey along. "Let's go ahead. Mr. Gibson has an injury; he should rest.""I'll wait for you up ahead," Stacey said, her voice also cold, probably unaccustomed to Murray's attitude.As Emily and Moira approached, Murray stood by the path, holding a water bottle. Seeing them, he walked over and handed the bottle to Emily. "Help me open this."Moira, sensing something, smiled slyly. "I'll go find Atwood."Emily nodded.Once alone on the path, Murray reached for the z
Having selected the perfect spot for their camp, Jean seized the opportunity to confront Stacey."What's the meaning of bringing him along?""Are you not with Murray now? Why still entangle yourself with him?" Jean's tone was laden with accusation as she glared at Stacey. "If you wish to truly commit to someone, fidelity is fundamental."Stacey's eyes flickered a tinge of guilt in her voice. "I told him we'd cease our interactions. But he insisted that if I could help him get a feature in the Magazine, he'd leave me alone for good."Jean sighed, "Murray's affection for you is evident to us all these years. You must not betray him. Moreover, He's not the neglected Gibson boy he once was. Provoking him might bring calamity not just to you but to the Zechariah family as well."Stacey chuckled confidently. "No, Murray won't harm me. He's always listened to me ever since we were
Emily and Moira, hand in hand, carefully climbed the rocky slope, bypassing the waterfall to spot two enormous boulders stacked together.The muffled sounds of a man and woman intertwined in passion emanated from a crevice on the left side of the rocks.Emily glanced back at the flowing water, surmising its sound had masked their approach, leaving the couple unguarded in their intimacy.Moira, silent, gestured for Emily to move closer. Emily's heart raced with the taboo excitement of encroaching upon someone else's privacy.Moving at a snail's pace, Emily was suddenly pulled forward by an impatient Moira. Nearing the rocks, Emily pointed upward, and Moira nodded. They stealthily climbed atop the large boulder, using tree branches to obscure their presence. Their vantage point perfectly shielded them from the couple's view while granting them a clear sight.On the rough stone surf
Murray's gaze swept over Stacey's eyes; a faint voice murmured, "I'm hurt; I need to sleep alone."The statement left everyone speechless, unable to respond. The idea of sharing a bed with Stacey and Ronald, the lovebirds, was unthinkable. This meant someone would have to sleep outside. In a fit of anger, Stacey declared, "I'll sleep in the hammock."Stacey, after all, was a woman. Ronald couldn't possibly hog the tent and make a lady sleep outside. Besides, he dared not share a bed with Emily. He knew he was a restless sleeper and feared accidentally offending her in his sleep."You and Emily share the tent, and I'll take the hammock.""There's no need for that," Stacey said firmly before rifling through the equipment box to find the hammock, with Sam quickly following to help.Amidst this standoff, Jean said, "Let's do this: I, Stacey, and Emily will share a tent, and you three
Without hesitation, Emily rubbed her face against his arm and chuckled softly, "I know."She heard his declaration of affection as calmly as if he were merely stating a preference for a dish, for she had heard these words from him not so long ago and had already responded in kind.Murray paused for a moment, as if understanding her thoughts, and let out a resigned chuckle before adding, "Before, it was a physical attraction; now, it's emotional. Do you think they're the same?"Emotional attraction?Was this a confession?Emily reached out to touch his forehead, checking for a fever. When she found none, she wondered if he was just being playful due to the day's stresses.Steady now, don't panic.Emily's eyes flickered with thought, and she pulled his hand to her chest, "See, just a few words from you, and my heart beats like this. You can
"What secret?" Emily tried to appear nonchalant, but her rapid speech betrayed her inner urgency, inevitably catching Ronald's attention."You're not seriously into him, are you? Out of brotherly concern, let me warn you—he's not a good man.""How is he not a good man?" Emily straightened up, unable to hide her interest.Ronald's eyes darted away, his lips moving as if he was torn between speaking and staying silent, a picture of utter conflict.Emily snatched his cigarettes from the center console and held them out the window. "Speak now, or I'm tossing these."Without his cigarettes, Ronald was like an addict deprived of his fix, yelling out in haste, "He's got a mistress on the side."Emily scoffed, "That's the secret you're dying to tell?"Ronald chuckled, "Don't underestimate a mistress. Her existence could shake up the entire
Stacey couldn't accept Murray's answer. She grabbed her wine glass, took a large gulp, and then asked the question she most desperately needed an answer to: "Who is the person you like?"Murray paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "She prefers to keep it private for now. When she's ready, I'll let you know."Stacey's heart had never felt as sour as it did then. Murray was that kind of person; when he chose to care for someone, he could offer boundless tolerance and affection. He had been like that with her once.Now, all that love belonged to another woman, and Stacey felt a jealousy she had never known. She stared at Murray, convinced he had turned to someone else because of her hesitation. She couldn't believe he could just let go of so many years of feelings. She resolved to win back Murray's heart.Unaware of Stacey's thoughts, Murray believed he had clarified his feelings, and there wou
Emily's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Lydia Sander. She had thought their paths would never cross again after graduation, yet they were both in Bucapital. Emily worried about the possibility of Lydia spreading rumors about her relationship with Murray, which could be disastrous for her reputation.With a steadied resolve, Emily approached and sat beside Lydia, offering a friendly smile. "What a coincidence."With her arms crossed and chin held high, Lydia seemed to relish the perceived upper hand. "I got in here on my merit," she said coldly. "As for you, well, you know."Emily took a deep breath, acknowledging the truth in Lydia's words. She was about to say something to lighten the mood, but the training supervisor began the session, so she remained silent.The four-week training program included two rounds of interviews. Not everyone could stay; it all depended on individual performance sco