Ezra picked up his cup and poured the liquid into it before putting it in his mouth. He put it down and turned to face Scott, who was engaged in a game of golf in the room's corner. "I believe you said I should stop by because you have something to share with me. Scott, an hour has passed. I have something I am busy with.” The instant Scott called after he dropped Emma off at the bus stop, he departed for Scott's. “Calm down, brother.” Scott finally focused on Ezra after making sure the ball went into the hole. “Finally,” Ezra said as Scott walked towards him. “What is so important that you couldn’t say it over the phone?” Scott took a seat and reached for a drink. He quickly poured a glass of wine for himself and drank it. You haven't been keeping up with the news recently, have you? "What's in the news? And please don't say that they found a scandal about you involving a woman you met at a club.” “Nah. Not that. It is something that will shock you.” "Since I learned that the Ja
When Emma walked into the office that morning, she was astounded by what she had heard. She received instructions from Mr. Queen's secretary to begin designing a piece before being asked to create a dress. Her first dress for the company. Emma had questioned why he asked her to complete it rather than the level six, but regardless, she was happy that at least now he was paying attention to her. Which will make carrying out her plans simpler. "In my three years here, I have never even been asked to design a piece of clothing for a client or even make a dress. I think Mr. Queen likes you.” Standing in front of Emma's desk, Gia said. “What color are you going to use to design the dress? I'm crossing my fingers that it won't be black.” With a smile, Emma raised her head. "Black is cool, but it's also common. I'll need a sharper color if I want to impress Mr. Queen.” She sighed and looked up at Floria. “As a newcomer, could you please explain? Over the course of your three years here, wha
With a smile on her face and a sigh of relief, Emma gazed at the gold Asymmetric Draped gown on the mannequin. She was confident that the duchess would love it. It took her nine hours to finish the dress. Emma was concerned when Sandra mentioned that it was for the duchess. It was the first time she had ever made a dress for a person of a higher rank. The only difference in this dress is that the wearer will be a member of a royal family rather than just one of the girls she sells clothing to in Mexico. Thankfully, everything came out great. Emma stretched her body and left the mannequin in the clothing room. She went back to the office to check the time on her phone. When Emma realized it was past nine o'clock, she quickly grabbed her bag and left the office. She was the last person to leave, so she made sure to lock the door before going. By the time she got home, it was already ten. She opened the door and stepped inside, surprised to see Phoebe, who had been waiting for her for
As he closed the file in front of him, Ezra sighed. He cocked his head up and fixed his eyes on the door. Was he hostile toward her? He reflected. If she didn't make that mistake, which he knew she didn't, then someone is undoubtedly attempting to have her fired from the company. Someone who was envious of her for receiving level six work when she had only recently begun working for the company. Ezra called Milan into his office using the landline that was on his table. “Sir, you called for me.” Milan said. She answered his phone immediately and entered his office within ten seconds. Ezra returned the phone to its original position. His hands were clasped together. “Has the duchess already arrived?” Milan shrugged. "No, sir, not at all. Is there an issue?” Ezra took a breath. “The level six office has a rat who doesn't want Miss Facer here. I want to find her since she ruined the clothing that Miss Facer sewed. “"I thought Miss Facer spoiled the dress. Why are you protecting her
"I don't even understand why you're urging me to speak with her. Don't you realize how strange it is? You two had a relationship…”"No, we didn't. We just slept together.” As he poured himself a glass, Scott corrected himself. He had contacted Ezra that evening, so they had a meeting. He truly believed he could convince him since it was about Heather.Ezra groaned. "That is just another reason why I don't want to continue to be her friend. Being friends with Heather Walls is impossible. She's the kind of woman that makes you want more. She's the kind of woman who makes you regret not having her in your life. I don’t want to feel that anymore, so I won’t be her friend.” After finishing his glass, he reached for the nearby newspaper. Ezra opened it and saw Heather there. He groaned and put the piece of paper back on the table. “She is everywhere.”Scott started to laugh. “You still love her, huh?”Ezra swung around to face him. His friend knows him so well. He sighed, and his voice lowe
Ezra had taken his time to prepare the dinner for his sister as the elevator door opened. And it might be the last because she would have to take care of these tasks on her own if she wanted to visit him occasionally. As she pulled her chair to sit and set her bag on the table, Winter was abruptly stopped. “What did I tell you against setting your bags on the dining room table? Also, wash your hands before you come to eat. I appreciate cleanliness.” “Greetings to you as well, Ezra. Did you miss me?”Ezra rolled his eyes. "You visited this place a month ago." He went back to the kitchen to get some cutlery, put them on the table, and then turned his attention to his sister. “Why don't you enjoy spending time at home?” Ezra asked as he sat down.“Hmm. I doubt I need to explain if you have been residing with your parents.” She got to her feet and went to the kitchen to wash her hands. Her eyes scanned the room as she came back, as if she were looking for someone. “Where is Cody? It's o
As she repositioned herself on the couch, Winter sighed repeatedly. Her brother had been busy ever since she entered his office. She set her phone down and turned to Ezra. “I thought it would be fun.” Ezra put his pen down and concentrated on Winter. " You haven't even been here for 30 minutes. You should calm down.” After getting up from her seat, Winter approached Ezra. She sat down in the chair that was pushed out in front of him. "These last thirty minutes have been the most monotonous of my life. Am I actually going to see her?" Ezra raised his head and sighed. " You must think highly of her, huh?" Winter slowly nodded. "I may not have spoken to her at all, but I am aware of her cool personality. And you know who also needs a cool person in his life?” She leaned closer to him while resting her elbow on the table. “You.” "It won't work if you try to fix me up with her." “Why not? She is awesome." “You don’t even know her.” “Ezra. You have been single for too long. I occasio
Closing the door behind her, Emma walked into the living room joyfully. She was delighted to hear about the invitation and couldn't contain her joy. “Phoebe. Phoebe, I…” The man Emma saw in the living room caused her to halt. She could see he was very well dressed and that his suit was more expensive. She looked in Phoebe's direction. “I am home.” She said her final words. As she approached her new room, she exchanged glances with him and gave him a shaky smile but his voice halted her in her tracks.“Hello Miss Facer.”Emma turned to face him. Her heart was beating very fast. He knows who she is. “You know my name.” She remarked while flinching."I do, of course." With his drink in hand, he got to his feet and walked over to her. He gave her a sniff before observing her and smiling as he did so. When he looked at her again, he could see the perplexity on her face. "Let me clarify who I am to you before you get more confused." He turned to face Phoebe, "Phoebe, sweetheart. Would you
Phoebe exclaimed, turning her head towards Emma, as she stood in front of the large mansion. "You never mentioned your friend was loaded." On the ride to Susan’s home, she’d been glaring at the houses they passed by. When Emma said she had a colleague, she never imagined it was a wealthy one. “Susan doesn’t like to brag.” “Emma. Why are we in Bella’s house?” Zoe asked. "You are going to have a play date with Bella. Are you not pumped?" Zoe shook her head. “No. I am not in Bella’s class anymore.” Emma rolled her eyes. She is a kid, so she should act like one. Why is having a special child so difficult? There is a difficult situation at hand, and Phoebe is unaware that Ezra wants her to begin living on his estate so Zoe can live comfortably. "You are a kid, Zoella, so you are going to have a playdate today. Whether you like it or not." “But…” Her eyes began to well up. "Emma must attend to some business. Come on.” She held her hand as they walked to the door. Emma pressed the door
Emma arrived home around 10:30 a.m., and the driver had dropped her off at Ezra's request. He could not bring them himself, which she understood, but that was not the issue. Things were becoming increasingly complicated, and Phoebe would be furious if she found out. Winter is aware of Zoe, so there is no doubt that the rest of the family will be as well. Her heart was racing as she stepped out of the car with Zoe. “Thank you.” She thanked the driver and watched him drive away before returning her attention to her building. She would be leaving this place and moving into Ezra's estate by tomorrow. Things will not get any easier from there. “Emma. I had fun today. I think Winter likes me.” Zoe stated, but there was no response. Emma, on the other hand, was deep in thought. Zoe called her name as she tucked her pants repeatedly. "Is there something wrong?" Emma inquired, looking down at her. “Why are you staring at the house? Is it because Daddy wants us to move to the new house?" E
Emma froze on her feet as she met Winter's widened eyes. Her plan had been to run into the bathroom and emerge when Winter was gone, but she was apprehended on her way out of the kitchen. “Winter.” She chuckled nervously. “How are you doing, love? Happy Sunday.” Winter looked her over and examined her. “What are you doing here? It appears from the way you are dressed that you spent the night here.” "No, I didn’t.” She flatly denied it. "You are dressed in Ezra's shirt." She gave a nod. "Yes, you slept here." With a sly grin, she approached Emma and muttered, “Don’t worry. I am rooting for both of you. Oh, it is as if my dream is coming true." Emma was watching her as she rejoiced. “Emma. You have my permission. Now, where is my phone?” She moved over to the couch and noticed it behind her bag. She held it out for Emma to see. “Found it. I will be seeing my brother now.” Emma remembered Zoe was upstairs in Ezra's room as Winter walked to the stairs. "I think it is best if I call h
His mouth tasted like cold, fresh juice. The kind that reminds you of summer air, the sea, and the sun. As Emma kissed him further, she didn’t want to let go. It was something she yearned for. It was something she had always desired. To be held by him. To be in his arms. Protected, safe, and loved. It reminded her of three years ago, when he carried her into the hotel room and made love to her. If only things had gone differently, she would have stayed and tried her luck. She would not have stolen from him and fled. What kind of woman would consider harming a man like Ezra Queen? She, of course. She had done so and continues to do so, and she felt guilty as he kissed her more. The thought made her break away from the kiss and she met his gaze. His ocean blue eyes locked on her, and Emma was certain he could see her soul as her heart beat faster.“Are you okay?” He asked. She wanted to scream, "Ezra, I am so sorry. Zoe isn’t yours. She is adopted. But I love you, and I went through a
"I'm so, so sorry." He turned his head away as soon as he stood up. Emma draped the shirt around her body. The shirt was larger and longer for her, and it completely covered her. “You weren’t at fault.” She looked at him. "It is all right; you can look at me now." Instead of turning to face her, Ezra walked to the door. “Goodnight, Emma.” He spoke, and as he was about to close the door, he paused due to the growling in her stomach. He sighed and moved his gaze to her. "I just realised I only served you tea, not dinner." “Yeah.” Her arms were encircling her. "Zoe has not eaten either. I should wake her up so she can eat something before going back to bed." “You are right. Come on.” She accompanied him out of the room. Ezra told her he would meet her in the kitchen and turned to walk in a different direction. Emma complied and went into the kitchen to wait. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. As he approached the kitchen, Zoe was in his arms, her hand ru
Emma stared out the window as the car drove through the streets on the way home. It was 6 p.m., and Zoe was fast asleep in her seat. Her thoughts have not been settled in one place since Ezra mentioned buying her a house on his property, and she has been silent the entire time. The rain suddenly started to pour, blurring the view out the car window. Emma sagged back in her chair and sighed. “Is everything okay?” He’d noticed she hadn’t said a word since they left the park. “Yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” She laughed a little nervously. "Because you have not said anything? If this is related to the house, Emma, please understand that I am only trying to look out for my daughter and want her to have the best.”Can he please stop saying that? Her stomach turned just by hearing that word. Zoe is not your daughter; she wanted to yell but instead she said, “I know. She is fortunate to have you as a father, and I know you want the best for her." “She will live a normal life and co
"She is no longer there! Zoe is gone!” “Emma, Calm down. Breathe.” Ezra said, both hands on her shoulders, trying to smooth her. Emma raised her gaze at him. “Don’t tell me to calm down. She is gone!” Her eyes were starting to well up with tears. She sniffled. “We will find her. I promise. First and foremost, we must contact the police." He reached for his phone, but she shook her head. “No.” “What?” “No. We can not call the cops." Ezra gave her a curious look. “Why not? This place is huge. She could be anywhere.” "What if she injures herself before they arrive? We have to find her. Quick, Ezra. Nothing should happen to my daughter because I will not be able to leave with myself!" Emma yelled as she jerked away from Ezra and ran towards the swing where Zoe was last seen. If Zoe is hurt, she will be taken to the hospital, where the truth will be revealed. If that happens, she will be doomed and imprisoned for the rest of her life. No. She cannot allow this to happen. She needs
Blinking several times, Emma continued to look into his eyes. The hardest part was getting her gaze away from him. She was salivating. She was daydreaming. And she wanted to stay there for a long time—until she heard Zoe speak. “Oopies. Emma. Are you okay?” Ezra balanced her and released her. "Are you all right?" He inquired, and she fell again, but she was caught in his arms for the second time. “Hey. Easy there,” he laughed, setting her on her feat again. Emma tucked her hair behind her ears, nervously laughing, hoping he would notice how much work she had put into her face and compliment her. He did not seem to notice. “So sorry about that. My legs become weak when I meet someone who takes my breathhhhhhhhh…” She dragged out the last words so long that she had to correct herself as soon as she came back to her senses. "I mean, I am getting older, and these heels are making it so difficult. It makes my bones brittle. The legs bones.” He looked down at her legs. "You do not have
Two days later...Ezra turned off the gas when he heard his phone ringing in the distance. It was placed on the dining room table. He removed his apron and walked over to the dining table to see who had called him early Saturday morning. “Mother?” That was clearly visible on his phone's screen. He picked up his phone and placed it in his ear. "Good morning, mother." "Good morning, son." She sounded depressed, but Ezra knew it was just another of her jokes. She either wants him to return home with a woman he loves so they can plan a wedding, or she wants to complain about something he is unaware of at the moment. "It is very early, mother. This is my day of rest." “It is 8 in the morning, boy. How are you doing today?” "Exactly the same as yesterday." He had talked to Emma before he left work about what time he should get to the house for the outing. Emma had told him about enrolling Zoe in her class and how surprised everyone was when Zoe was introduced. A young boy had yelled. “