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Here and? "So what if I'm here?" She thought.She couldn't bring herself to understand a thing he'd just said. "Look, what matters now is that I'm here to resume my duty as stated in the contract." She spat and Richard seemed to like that. "That's the spirit girl. Now follow me so I can show you your office." He spat and she gazed at him like he was stupid and walked behind him.Alex watched as she left and couldn't help but chuckle. Was he hallucinating? He thought even though he knew that what he had just said was right."I will figure this out." He muttered."Did you say something, sir?" Julia was confused as she looked up at him."I didn't say shit. You can leave." He replied and she bowed and walked away, fuming. The shit she had planned to stir couldn't even get close to the roof.Emily got into her new office and nodded in approval. At least he didn't treat her like shit. She thought with her fingers crossed as she sat on her chair, feeling the seat. "So I won't be paid for

As the morning light streams down to Emily's right eye on the giant bed, she opens her eyelids gradually; her sight is still blurry, and her head still hurts with a headache from burying her mom 6 feet underground. It was like she hit her head with a brick.Her phone began to ring, the reggae ringtone piercing the air of the dimly lit room. At first she ignored it and tried to regain her strength after weeping continuously since her mom died.Then it rang the second time. "Who could that be?" She questioned herself inwardly. While the phone continues to ring, it seems the caller means business and is ready to keep calling until the speaker of the phone bursts if not picked."Ah, geez!" She exclaimed after she forced her hand under the pillow beside her on the bed. "Hello!" Emily spoke, "Wakey wakey, angel! The mourning is over." A deep voice said, "She tries to project the caller in the membrane, but the continuous uttering helped out, 'It's time to fulfill your part of the contract.

"Dad! I got the money; I'm on my way to the hospital." Emily uttered, her voice laced with excitement as she sat down comfortably in the back seat of a cab. "Oh great!" Mr. Jones expressed gratitude towards her; his facial expressions changed to a calm and reserved one. "I'll be expecting you at the hospital; I'll inform the doctor to get us the donor." He spun into action immediately.Emily giggled at the small mirror at the top of the driver's head, gazing directly at her on reflection, smiling back at her. "I'm so happy right now; Mom is finally seeing me grow to be a real woman before she dies." Emily mused thoughtfully, and the call ended on a peaceful, cool smile on both their faces.As she sat down, her mind began to reel on the possibility of saving her mom; her thoughts swung to the man she bumped into twice. "He looks familiar!" She mused thoughtfully, but the excitement of saving her mom overshadowed her in the long run."Oh, Mom, you'll finally fulfill your promise of see

Dad, don't you think I'm smart enough to know when to run away from trouble?" Emily said confidently, her voice laced with determination, on the phone with her father."Be careful when you're with him; he's a beast," Mr. Jones uttered, his voice barely above a whisper yet urgent. He couldn't let go, but Emily remained adamant about doing it to save her sick mom."Bye, Dad!" She ended the call on a beeping tone when the car screeched in front of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, and the cabman stopped. As he hangs up the phone, he muttered “what kind of father let's his daughter pay the price for his sins.”She stepped down from the car, reached out for a $20 bill, and stretched it to him. And turned her back to the main road, facing the transparent glass of the company.Emily rushed into the sleek, modern lobby of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, her mind preoccupied with the upcoming meeting with Richard Grey and how it will turn out. “If he's the only way, can I really say no? But at what cost?”As she

"Damn you, Richard! Just because I am now bankrupt!" Mr. Jones's voice echoes in the dimly lit room on the phone. "I'll never submit to your stupid, evil terms. I'd rather get a loan from the bank than choose you." Mr. Jones's declaration was loud and menacing.Oh really? Anyways, if you agree to my terms and conditions, you know where I am.” Richard Grey spoke sternly. “Ha-ha-ha!” He mused jokingly at the receiving end before the call ended on a beeping tone.Richard Grey, a billionaire and the CEO of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, a manufacturing company in New York. Additionally, a best friend and business partner to Mr. Jones Asher. As Mr. Jones stood upright in front of a mini bar at the left corner of his rusty bungalow, his face was embraced by anger. He took a glass cup and a bottle of French wine, poured some into the cup, took a sip, and let out his deep thoughts into the empty air."My darling, I'll do anything to make sure you survive this sickness." Mr. Jones uttered In a low but