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i put everything inside my car and was just about to get in when emerson stopped me. i looked at him with a questioning expression. "what?""have you had breakfast?" he asked casually."yes, i had breakfast. charlotte brought it for me, a brownie and a cup of coffee," i replied, wondering where he was going with this."let me take you out for brunch," he insisted.i rolled my eyes. "you're so fucking annoying," i muttered with a hidden smile, glancing back up at the blackwind building, feeling a strange sense of finality."come on, please. it's your last day at this company, and i want to make it memorable. i want to make it good, please." he added, his tone softening, almost pleading.i hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "well, since i quit, maybe it’s okay for me to indulge a little." i gave him a small smile. "let’s go."he locked the door and he surprised me by taking my hand as we started heading down the busy street towards a classic modern hotel nearby.the waitress took our

"You did this?" I asked, still in disbelief at the sight in front of me."Well, I didn’t make it myself," Emerson replied with a shrug. "I just gave them an idea of the office you wanted, the colours you loved, and let them pick a design to surprise you. So, tell me... do you like it?""Do I like it?" I spun around, taking in the entire room. "I love it! You know how much I love orange and purple, my favourite colours,”“ just like the woman," he teased with a wink.I smiled at him, warmth spreading through me. "I love it," I said, as my fingers trailed over the bookcases and the desk. There was something about the way it had been put together—stylish, but also cosy and inviting.I walked towards the large window and looked outside. The lush garden stretched out before me, vibrant with greenery and flowers, the sunlight filtering through the trees. It was breathtaking."It's amazing," I said, my voice soft, turning to face him. "I absolutely love it.""That’s all I wanted," Emerson sa

"Someone wrote the word BITCH here. I’m telling you, I saw it with my own eyes. They wrote it here. It’s just here." I pointed insistently. "Am I supposed to have just eliminated it? I’m not making this up. Why would I make it up? It was written right here. B-I-T-C-H. In small little capital letters, right here at the corner."I looked toward Emerson, but there was no reaction on his face. "Emerson, seriously, why would I make this up? And why would someone scratch it? You told me it’s brand new. So, are you telling me I just scratched it by myself? Who scratched it?""Calm down," Emerson interrupted softly, stepping towards me with his usual calmness. He placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, Mia. Take a deep breath. Just breathe."I exhaled slowly, watching him, needing him to believe me, to believe what I saw. And finally, he said, "I believe you."I sighed with relief. "You would never do that.“ Emerson continued, “It’s not in your behaviour, not in your character.

I laugh, even though we both know he’s joking. "Maybe I should start my own business," I joke.But then, I see his face turn serious like he just heard something incredible."Yes," he says, a smile spreading across his face. "You should open your own company. I believe in you, and I know how brilliant you are. You’d be amazing. You should start thinking about it right now.""Are you serious?" I ask, surprised. "Because I only said it as a joke.""Of course I’m serious! Are you kidding?“ “Looking at how excited you are already. I’m starting to get excited too!"His enthusiasm catches me off guard. I can’t help but smile. "I mean, I guess since I already have the money, I wouldn’t need to worry about getting capital or investors.""Exactly. And while it wouldn’t hurt to have some backing from a company like the Blackwinds, it’s entirely up to you.""Oh, please," I say, rolling my eyes. "You’re not serious.""I am." He nods earnestly. "I’ll give you the funding to open the company. And

I go into my bedroom and start choosing my night dress. I choose the skimpiest, most seductive nightdress I own, something I know will catch Emerson's attention. The fabric is delicate, hugging me in all the right places. I pair it with a light, elegant robe on top so I can comfortably go downstairs without drawing too much attention, at least not from anyone but him.With a deep breath, I glance at myself in the mirror, feeling a rush of confidence. Tonight, I’m setting the stage. Whatever chaos surrounded us earlier, I’m determined to make this evening something memorable.I take a long bubble bath, letting the warmth soak away the tension of the day as I prepare myself for the evening. Afterwards, I smooth on my favourite lotion, enjoying the light fragrance as I spray a hint of perfume. I put effort into every detail—my hair is styled in a loose, elegant bun, with a few strands framing my face. A little makeup completes the look, just enough to enhance my features without overdoin