로그인CHAPTER 8
Emily Black. Grey. Black. were the shades scattered across the Crest Mansion backyard. After the downpour, the only activity the guest could engage in was to come out onto the carpeted backyard of the Crest Mansion, which stood on top of the rocky outcrop with a magnificent view of the estates below. I was assisting the house maids in dishing out drinks to the guests scattered about in twos, some were huddled in groups, while some walked around in expensive stilettos on the carpeted ground, each one of them decked out in their best outlandish costumes whispering to one another. I wondered if it was even right to wear such expensive shoes and classic ties to a funeral when the dead were, well…too dead to notice. I handed champagne to one of the guests who then asked why she wasn't given the famous muffin. "Go join the line if you want one," I replied with a snide remark and ignored her shocked expression. I was enraged because, amongst all the guests only half of them shed a sincere tear, some were here to secure an investment in the company while some were here for the good champagne. I made my way into the now-empty living room, where only a few, genuine mournful people lurked around the large living room. I had never seen so many people at a funeral like this before. As I entered the foyer I stopped at the sight of Sebastian in-between Sophia and Celine. Sophia was inconsolable when Robert was being lowered to the ground. They were huddled by his side as if they were drawing from a fountain of courage that brought healing to their wounded soul. Sebastian just held them and whispered some indistinct words, kissing their forehead while he had the bravest expression, he was like a black stallion running into a battle. I wanted to freeze that moment. I had never seen Sebastian so vulnerable yet so strong. I made my way to the kitchen, which was far from prying eyes. Then my eyes met with Felix, he was descending the stairs and I was at the foot of it. "Don't you have something to say to me?" his deep voice resonated throughout the space. I hissed under my breath for failing to make a quick getaway. I slowly turned to face Felix, who was now standing at the foot of the stairs, right in front of me looking impeccably dashing in a black three-piece suit with his hands tucked fashionably into his trouser pockets. I want nothing to do with him, I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. The faster I come up with an excuse, the easier it will be for me to get away from him. "Mr. Jones, do you need something?" His brows rose in mock amazement. "I see, so we're playing it like this eeh?" Pardon me, we got off on the wrong foot and I haven't had the chance to apologize." I wasn't going to fall for his tricks, I had spent too much time with Sebastian to not learn. "I thought we got along pretty well and…" "I apologize for my rudeness, I'm not the image I portrayed last time." "Now you're rude." He stated. "this could be fun if we played a little bit." He stepped closer in my space, I held the tray in a tight grip between us to create some sort of boundary as he continued to back me to a corner. "You don't want us to be seen together do you?" "I have no reason to because we just met," I replied in a clipped tone. "I didn't expect such fierceness, you have changed. I have to admit that I like it." He smirked and my skin crawled in disgust. God, I hate him. I watch his finger slowly raise and trail down my cheek. I jerked my face away from his touch. "What do you think you're doing?" "What?" he laughed humorlessly as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets. "I heard you want all the Crest to yourself, I might as well get in line, don't I? I also heard an interesting story about you and Sophia's Father," he said with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. I felt disgusted at the tone in his voice. He was nothing but a good for nothing moron. "You know what?" Emily interrupted "You'd have to earn the Crest name, it's not for jerks like yourself, if you would excuse me I have chores to attend to." Felix's jaw tightened at my words. I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm, the impact made me lose balance. "What is going on here?" I had never been so glad to see Sebastian before, Felix was starting to scare her. "I don't see how it's any of your business Seb," Felix replied with a false smile, his expression lethal. Sebastian steps closer, he looked haggard yet he was still looking as dashing as ever. "Doesn't look like it isn't my business, that's my assistant right there. If you don't mind, unhand her." I jerked my arm and Felix reluctantly released me, I tried to hide how flustered I was. "I see you took this the wrong way brother in law, we were just getting to know each other. No bad intentions, I promise," he smirked. "Doesn't seem like it though." Sebastian steps closer, his hand tucked in his pockets. "I don't remember seeing your face or accepting you in the family, who are you? Emilia?" he turned to me. I cleared my throat, "He's Felix Jones, Sophia introduced him as her boyfriend on the day of your Father's–" "Stop," he cut me off, "Then you should be where my little sister is, not hovering over my assistant, it seems to me you have misplaced priorities here Mr. Jones," Sebastian's tone was lethal, Felix was struggling not to falter under his burning gaze. "I assure brother in law that my priorities are straight and we're more acquainted with–" "That's for me to find out. I should tighten security." Felix's jaw tightened as Sebastian turned to go. But he stopped and said, "And don't call me brother in law, I don't form unnecessary bonds with strangers. Asher, meet me in my study at five," Sebastian instructed and walked away. "Okay, sir." I went up the stairs and walked past Sophia's room - whose door was ajar, curiosity made me peep inside. Sophia and Theo were standing in the center of the room in an intimate embrace. Sophia was sobbing into his shoulder as he whispered words of encouragement to her. I sighed at the scene, Theo and Sophia have always been close, but I wondered when Sophia would recover, or when everyone would heal from Robert's death. He played an important role in their lives that could never be replaced or reversed by anyone. Sebastian's room was joined with his study, away from intruders, just as he liked it. I gently knocked once on the door; Sebastian hated it when I knocked twice, so I waited, finally, a hoarse voice allowed me in. The study was bathed in darkness, the only light in the room was from the reading lamp. Sebastian was standing behind his desk, back turned toward the large window, he had discarded his suit, and his long-sleeve shirt was rolled up. "Do you know Jones?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "I…I don't understand-" He laughed humorlessly as he downed his glass of scotch. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I didn't like where this conversation was going. "You both look rather cozy back there, Emilia" he turned and I almost gasped at how bloodshot his eyes were. He was drunkenly depressed. He leisurely walked around his desk and approached me. "Do…do you perhaps need something?" I stuttered. "What did he say to you?" "Who are you referring to?" I swallowed thickly, I know what the situation earlier might have looked like to someone looking in but for some reason I desperately wanted him to believe that nothing was going on. "Of course, I needn't ask, you were gold-digging again." He murmured. I struggled to hold my tongue before I say something I might regret since I was the only sane person. "Perhaps, we can talk when you're calmer." He laughs humorlessly, "always telling me what to do," he murmured. Sweat glistened on his forehead. "You think I don't know what you're up to? I know what I saw. You know, if you don't have respect for yourself or your job, at least show respect for the man you claim was like a Father to you at his funeral and–" Just then he started gasping, he held his chest and stumbled backwards, he quickly turned and tried to make it back to his chair, but he was unable to move, he just stood there and held his heaving chest. I stood still as I watched him breathe like a buffalo fighting a lion in a dusty field. For a minute I thought 'he's getting what he deserves' but it looked bad. I didn't know what was happening and I was alone with him and didn't know what to do to help. A part of me wanted to watch him wheeze until his lungs gave out. When I came back to my senses he was thrashing about, trying to grasp any surface so he could support his weight. I quickly supported him from falling over by grabbing under his armpits, but he struggled to jerk away from my touch, the impact caused both of us to violently fall back, Sebastian's weight pushed me back onto the hard edge of the table, I winced and a surge of anger and pain coursed through my waist. "You're going to hurt us!" I cried. "Let…let me go," his hoarse voice tried to speak amidst his harsh breathing. He jerked away from me and leaned forward on the desk. He fell on his knees and leaned his back on the wall. "Call Theo." He rasped. His eyes bulged and sweat trickled down the side of his face. "Just shut your mouth and try to breathe through your mouth!" He gave me a weak glare but complied with my instructions. "Good, I have no idea what I'm doing but try to focus on rational thoughts and count from one to five repeatedly in your head." But his chest began to heave faster, he was starting to scare me, I should have listened and called Theo. He gripped his chest with his hands as if trying to rip his heart out. I started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes watered as his breathing start to even out. "There, just breathe." "Darn, that old bugger…" He mumbled. "What?" "How could he just die?" A lone tear trickled from his right eye down his cheek. My heart broke at the pained expression on his face.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







