LOGINEmmaEverything smells like antiseptic, it's the first thing that hits me before I even open my eyes. That clean scent that fills the hospital and makes me more tired.My head feels heavy, my body feels like it does not belong to me. There is a dull ache behind my eyes and my limbs are weak, like I have not used them in days.I slowly open my eyes, the light above me is too bright. I blink several times, trying to adjust. The ceiling comes into focus first, white and unfamiliar.My heart starts to beat faster. Where am I?I turn my head slightly, and that is when I see her.“Emma!”Iva’s voice is filled with relief as she rushes to my side. Her face looks tired but her eyes soften the moment she sees me awake.“You’re awake. Oh my God, you scared me.”I frown, my voice coming out weak and dry. “Iva… what… what am I doing here?”My throat burns as I speak, even forming words feels like work.She quickly reaches for a glass of water and helps me sit up a little. “Slowly,” she says gently
Emma’s POV“Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Iva asks, her voice thick with shock.I sit motionless on the couch, exactly how I collapsed when I got home. My hands are cold, my chest tight, like something heavy is pressing down on me. I went to HR expecting something minor, just a bit of background information, nothing serious. But what she told me, it destroyed everything I thought I knew.“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely steady as tears slide down my face. “She said my father has been in prison for over twenty years for fraud. Twenty years, Iva… and my mother never told me.”“Oh my God,” Iva breathes, her hand flying to her mouth. “Wait, he’s been in prison this whole time? Emma…” She shakes her head slowly, disbelief written all over her face. “I have to say this, your mother is horrible for hiding something like that from you.”Her words strike something deep inside me, something raw and burning.My fingers curl tightly into fists in my lap. My whole body starts to tremble
Emma The cursor points on the screen, my fingers linger above the keyboard for a moment longer than they need to. This is it, every file, every leftover detail from my old role, every document Knox asked for, it’s all attached. I press send with one final tap, watching as the progress bar flickers briefly before disappearing.A long, shaky breath escapes me, as if it’s carrying months of tension out with it. My lungs finally feel like they can fully expand again. Without thinking, I snap the laptop shut. There’s nothing left for me here. I lean back, staring blankly at the wall. Next month, everything changes. I’ve already made up my mind, I’ll start applying for jobs but not around here. I’m looking farther away, in cities where I'll have nothing to do with Knox or my mother.I need distance, somewhere I won’t accidentally spot Knox’s car or dread hearing my mother’s voice on the phone or seeing her shadow at my door. I want a fresh start, a life where no one knows me.I exhale
EmmaI step aside quickly, making sure not to bump into her. I’d been moving so fast, so caught up in my own thoughts, that I hadn’t even noticed HR standing right there by the door until it was almost too late.The photos are clenched tightly in my hand, the edges pressing into my palm as she smiles at me. But I don’t trust it, not even a little. She must have heard something. Maybe not everything… but enough.“Oh, Miss Emma, I’m so sorry for being in your way.”I force myself to calm my breathing, to smooth out the tension in my face. I give a small shake of my head and return her smile, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad I didn’t knock you over. That would’ve been worse.”For a moment, we just stand there, looking at each other in a silence that stretches a little too long. Then she suddenly gasps, as if remembering something important.“I should head inside to speak with your mother. That’s actually what I was about to do before we almost ran into
Emma I sit at my desk, staring at the picture of my father, the one I found on Iva’s laptop.My fingers hover over the edge of the desk, unmoving. My eyes stay fixed on the image like if I look away, it might disappear and take the truth with it. The man in the picture looks normal, kind, even. Not like the chaos my life has become.Across the room, Iva is busy typing away, the steady clatter of her keyboard filling the silence. She looks calm, focused, like everything in her world still makes sense.Unlike mine.I’m just sitting here, frozen, doing nothing while my thoughts spiral out of control.Knox already made it clear, I’m no longer his executive assistant. Just like that, I’m out. My resignation letter sits on my laptop, typed, formatted, and ready. All that’s left is to hand it over when he gets back from his board meeting.I push my chair back slowly and stand, my legs almost hesitating, like they’re unsure where to take me. Still, I force myself toward the printer.My fin
KnoxThe morning light slips through the window and lands across my face, pulling me out of sleep. I blink a few times, disoriented at first, unsure where I am. Then it clicks, the ceiling, the room, my bedroom. My bed feels empty now that Emma is gone.I stay there for a while, staring up, watching dust drift lazily through the sunlight. The memories don’t hit all at once. They ease in, one at a time. The time I fucked her in the kitchen and other places we made love. Then more follow, her voice, soft as she moans my name. Damn, I miss those moments.I remember the first time I saw her in her office touching her pussy and how she uses the dildo to fuck herself. I squash the thoughts away, I don't want to get hard and then deal with it in the bathroom.I open my eyes again, I’m back here. The same white ceiling. The same empty space beside me. A weight settles deep in my chest.I miss her more than I want to admit.And there’s nothing I can do about it. She made her choice when she
KnoxThe moment they enter the room, I know it's time to act. My jaw tightens in rage. Blood roars in my ear.I warned her about that guy but she chose to disregard my words.As I climb the stairs, the blaring music starts to fade. I storm to the door and that's when I hear a blood cuddling scream
Emma My phone gives a sharp ding and I glance down at the screen. An email notification pops up on the screen.I click it, and after it loads, the message appears.It contains the official company email I will be using as an executive assistant and the log in details.The words staring at me from
EmmaA wave of uneasiness sweeps over me. I don't think I can do this. I still remembered what happened a few weeks ago, how I was attacked while returning from work in the night.Memories of what happened send chills down my spine. The dreadful feeling of being helpless and in danger is not someth
KnoxThe cup of coffee remains untouched on the table. I was so busy that I did not even spare it a glance.That evening, I get my things ready. It's been a hectic day at work.Attending meetings to keep up with the new trends and trying to get the best campaign for our products.I remember Gina gl







