로그인CHAPTER 6
Emily Who knew when I left the house twenty minutes ago I would witness the death of one of the most powerful men to ever live in his mansion after a heated argument with his arrogant son? It was like a movie playing out in front of me except I was part of this movie. Maybe even the main character. I watched in slow motion as Sebastian, on his knees beside his Father's bed, attempted to revive him with CPR, though it looked like a futile activity since his body was already rigid, his face pale, and most importantly, he wasn't breathing. "Come on, Father come on!" he repeatedly hits his chest. "Asher, Asher snap out of it and get on the phone with Doctor Will!" His desperate call shook me out of my reverie, this was not the same, what happened years ago couldn't possibly be happening again- not to Robert, not to one of the kindest free-spirited people I had ever known. I quickly dialed his Doctor's number when his Mother rushed into the room holding a tray, which immediately slipped out of her hands when she noticed the state her husband was in. She kneeled beside his bed while her entire body trembled with only soft sobs. She slipped her dainty fingers into his now frail large ones and squeezed them. "Oh Robert, what happened?!" she sobbed. Sebastian, so focused on the duty in front of him couldn't respond, he continued to try to desperately revive his Father, he didn't even notice the Doctor arrive. "I'm afraid we'll have to move him to the hospital Mr. Crest." "Do you think there's hope –" Celine started to speak. Sebastian stood beside the bed with a blank expression on his face. "I'm sorry Mrs. Crest…" William replied. Through the years I have known him, this is the most sympathetic look he can pull off. He was a young man - dare I say, quite handsome. "No," Sebastian said in a whisper. "Mr.Crest…" William started to speak but Sebastian cut him off with a shake of his head. "The media should not catch wind of this." "Sebastian!" I exclaimed. My eyes widened, by my alien action, forgetting that–No one ever dared raise a voice at Sebastian, but I was on a roll, I ought to make him understand how insensitive he was, considering the situation. His gaze turned to me in slow motion, his jaw tightened as if that was possible, if he gritted his teeth one more time his jaw would snap. "Excuse me?" "How could you say that in a situation like this? He needs to be taken there so we know the cause of death. You of all people know that." "What more confirmation do you need?!" he thundered. His eyes were inhuman. "Need I remind you that the Murrays have been on our necks for decades now about incorporating with us if they have an inkling that he's…" he swallowed "They'll go straight to the media and turn this around for their benefits and --" "Then we find a way, I know you can. There is another way, so let's do it," I added in a firm and final tone. Sebastian drew in a shaky breath after an unwavering stare he hissed and ran his hands down his face, a painful groan eliciting from him. The sound made me wince at the agony in his voice. He was in so much pain everyone could feel it radiating off of him. "Fine, let's go through the back passageway. Inform Sam and he'll know what to do." He ordered in a composed tone. "On it!" "And promise me you will keep Sophia in check when she barges in here in the next ten minutes. Then meet us at the hospital as soon as you can." "Understood." I watched as they wheeled Robert out and into the car and outside the backdoor. I couldn't believe it. Robert Crest was dead. I entered the house and as I awaited Sophia's arrival I noticed Kate seated beside the counter in the middle of the huge kitchen hunched over, soft sobs emitting from her. I dropped my car keys on the counter by the entrance and quietly approached her. When I gently rubbed her back in a soothing motion Kate sprung up from her seated position and quickly wiped her eyes with the hem of her apron. "Kate, are you okay?" "No," she replied. Her red eyes were a sign of suppressed grief. "Oh, Kate…" "I'll miss him Em." I felt my throat close up at the thought of never seeing Robert again. Just then Sophia's shrill voice resounded throughout the house. My eyes widened. "Where is he?!" Her footsteps approached the open kitchen, as she came into view I deliberated how to calm the raging child. I approached her like some wounded animal. "Where is Dad?" "Soph calm down, we–" "Where did Seb take him?" Her voice was barely audible, she looked terrible in a short tight black gown, her dark hair scattered about her, her eyes swollen and her feet were bare. "Sophia-" "Tell me where my Father is. I need to see my Father" she shrieked. "I think you should wash up and calm down –" Don't try to treat me like a child," she shrieked. I quickly held her by her middle when she turned to go and struggled to contain her. "What are you doing? Let go!" she flared her hands about and screamed profanities at me. Nonetheless, I tightened my hold on her. "Sophia calm down-" Before I could finish I received a hard blow beside my right eye, which forced me to release her. She ran toward the kitchen door and grabbed my car key from the counter and made a run for the front door. "Shit!" This was not going to be good. Sophia Crest was on the loose, I would rather prefer a lion.EMILY I've lived 38 years, have witnessed and achieved good success numerous times, yet nothing has ever topped the joy of seeing my children chase their dreams. My heart throbs with pride and joy overflows from my eyes. It's such a blessing that they have found what lights them up-and are sharing it with the world. Our resilient, creative Doreen, a blossoming painter, turning every wall into vibrant works of art, our enthusiastic Gabriel excels in sports, always sprinting and scoring goals, while our little scholar George's always reading and asking brilliant questions, and finally our cheerful Mia, the queen of hearts of the family, always aspiring to become as many awesome profession as she can-when they eventually come to mind, that is. We're so proud of all our kids. They always makes every moment priceless. As we stepped inside the library, it had been transformed into a vibrant, multi-purpose event space. I almost thought we lost our way. The moveable shelves were re
EMILY "Darling I think we should call a plumber," I said to my husband, who was currently on his knees trying but failing to unclog the toilet. He's been at it for thirty minutes now, but won't give up. "What? So he can come and see how big my dump is?" he mumbled. "No, because he's a person who's knowledgeable on this than you are. It's kind of his job," I teased, poking at his competitive side. "I know who a plumber is, " he gritted out in annoyance. I chuckled, leaned down and kissed his cheek. "You're so adorable. Come on big guy," I helped him up by the arm, "you've done the best that you can do, now let's go get ready before the kids get here." They tagged along with Doreen to the foundation. "I'm not adorable, I'm a man." he grumbled as I led him away. "Whatever, you're adorable to me, so deal with it." I moved towards the closet but he grabbed me back to his body and nuzzled my neck, his graying hair fell over his smoky grey eyes, tickling my neck. "No
EMILY I limped--walked towards the train station with a broken stiletto. A little spark of happiness lit up within me when I spotted an empty bench. After a long walk, I needed to sit. And I missed my train. The station was scanty with only travelers for 3am walking to and fro. I spotted a woman afar, eating a sandwich and my mouth watered. That's the first thing I'll do when I get home. I'll soak my sour feet in warm water, eat lots of ice-cream and turn in early. I was stranded, alone, cold hungry with a dead phone and no money to book a room in a motel. If I knew it was this cold at the side of town I wouldn't have come straight from the office for an assignment in only a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and stiletto with no armor. Assignments like this were a specialty crafted for the rejected in Sunshine by Sebastian himself. I mean, I've accepted that he disliked me but how could he not send a car after me? After all, the deal went well and I was well o
THEODORE There were series of events that occurred in my lifetime that I could never forget or erase. I never believed in cliches like 'Love is Blind' or 'No one prepares you for falling in love' because I was an extremely intentional person, never impulsive, critically choosing my words before I speak. However, I grew up in a home where promises were never kept, people didn't matter and love was never a factor. I think that egged me to be intentional about my decisions. My father was extremely aggressive but he never laid a finger on my mother or me--but of course he didn't have to, his abusive words made up for it. And my mother was never affectionate because she never received affection. There I was, a ten year old constantly walking on eggshells with my family as though I lived with strangers. I had to work to be worth it, I believed that the entirety of human is to work hard so you'd be relevant so that you won't be tossed away. My Father's start up publishing compa
EMILY I winced as I examined my swollen ankle, it had already turned into a nasty dark color. I poked at it then winced again. I'll have to soak my feet in warm water again tonight. "I'll have to consider handing over the company to Sebastian, evidently you're more suitable for the job," Robert Crest said with a small smile as he approached me. I quickly stood up from my seated position. The wrinkles at the side of his eyes were the only feature Sebastian didn't inherit, an evidence he laughed a lot. I was at the Crest backyard, where we've decided the new book launch venue will be after the rain had ruined our venue last night. I had been on my feet all day with Sebastian's hard stare on the back of my head. Like a hawk keeping watch on it's prey, he didn't move an inch. No one could move an inch since dawn till dusk. Now I was the last woman standing after Sebastian fled out of the house as though he had fire on his heels when he got a call from the office. I was left
EPILOGUE Doreen's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, her lip jutted out as she patted the sand on the flower seed she had just buried. Sebastian and his four-year-old daughter were on their knees planting flowers beside his father's grave. "Daddy, do you think it will grow and make Grandpa happy?" She turned to her father. "Everything grows when you give it a little love and care, I also know that Grandpa would love it more because you did it for him.” "You think so?" she asked with a smile. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes that were a replica of his, though she was a replica of Emily in every way, her button nose, and plump lip. But she had Sebastian's relentless trait. "Yes sweetheart," he replied with a smile. "Now let's bury it and remember to–" "Water it and give it more sunlight!" she leaped from her kneeling position. He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Smart girl!' "Come in, you two; Aunt Sophia and Uncle Theo are here!" Emily yell







