Dickinson Emily And Sue Novels & Stories

"You...?" Sue recognizes her immediately as well and breaks into a big smile. "Let's talk outside." The chairwoman stands up from her place beside the bed and escorts them outside, with Ford being in the rear, curious about how they knew each other when Sue just came down to Atlanta in just less than a week. "How are you here?" She asks Sue cheerily. Sue helps her to a seat by the hallway and they sit there. Ford remains standing. "I should be asking you the same. You're the chairwoman of EMC? Why didn't you say anything this morning?"

Even with the open windows bringing in the cooler, night air, this heat wave was clearly here to stay for a bit. “Whoa.” Susie’s reaction got my attention, and I looked over at her screen. “Is this his late wife?” she asked. I recognized the woman in the picture she was looking at. I had seen her pictures and portraits all over the forbidden room Lilly and Anna had locked me into before Dominic fired them. “Yes, it is.” “She looks just like Emma…” Susie murmured. My brows bunched together as I leaned forward to look closer at her laptop. “No, she doesn’t.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. But know this. You better sleep with one eye open, because I won’t forget this. I won’t forgive you for what you’re making me do.” Emily’s laughter rang through the room. “Oh, you’re always so entertaining,” she taunted, a cruel glint in her eyes. “But in your case, you better not sleep at all, dear. Or you might just end up in a coffin. R.I.P.” With a final, disdainful flick of her cigarette on Susan, Emily placed her back in her purse, and with a smirk playing on her lips, she turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving Susan in a haze of fear and anger.

She could work with Rawl, the man whose designs are an inspiration for her and without thinking about it again she signed the contract. Emily clapped. "Here we come to Vancouver!" She chirped and they high five each other. "What the hell is going on here?" They heard the startled voice of none other than Susan. They both looked at the walking figure of Susan as she came to us and stood with a hand on her hips, raising her brows in question. "Hey, bitch!" Emily greeted Susan who rolled her eyes at her and gave her a middle finger. "Fuc* you!" "I am all in…" Emily teased Susan who gave her a disgusting look. Then she turned towards Aurora and raised her brows in askance.

She plugged the flash drive into her laptop and opened the files. Blueprints. Schematics. Something called EPK-3000. Then her door flew open. Susan stood at the doorway. “Well, if it isn’t the gold digger of the Hunter household.” Susan’s voice was laced with venom. Emily stiffened. No. Not now. Please, not now. Emily’s stomach dropped.

“If Edward doesn’t leave Emily soon, things will get messy. I’m not going to lose everything I’ve worked for just because some middle-aged florist decided to play perfect housewife.” “Sometimes I wonder what would happen if Laura got dragged into the storm. She breaks so easily. She cries even easier. People like her don’t survive scandals—they collapse.” Sue’s grip tightened on the pages. Laura. Always Laura. Sweet, quiet, soft Laura. The girl who still made her carbonara last week and cried with her in the hallway. The girl she loved like a sister— and envied in ways she hated admitting. Sue turned the page. Another Entry — the darkest one yet

“They just told me to wait for a callback. I’m confident it will be one of these days.” I meet Pam’s eyes. I know we both have the same thought about this. Sue’s audition failed. Again. But of course we are not going to tell her that. We don’t want to murder her spirit. “Sue, didn’t you say that Jack Wills is old? Where did you get that information?” I ask instead, trying to change the topic. I get curious. This has been troubling me for quite a while now. Sue stares at me with a blank frown. “It was from a blog I’ve read. . . I think. I’m not really sure.”

Emily reassured, engulfing her demeanor with a plastic smile. “I’m just worried about the fact that …” Sonia trailed off, realising how wrong it was to disclose the news of Sonia’s weird disappearance to Mrs Duke. Though she only visited Sonia’s apartment once in a while, she knew the popularly withheld opinion about Mrs Duke—she makes a mountain out of a molehill. “Worried about Sonia?” Mrs Duke inquired, her eyes widening with curiosity. “It’s …” Emily stammered and took slow steps backwards. “… it’s nothing.”

My life was a mirror of hers, except that people loved her, people wanted to talk to her, her father didn’t want to lose her, she even had a best friend who kept her diary. But despite that she was still lonely, lonely with friends and family. Depressed too. Having anxiety like me. It was funny how I knew most of Emily Dickson’s poems by heart and still scored nothing on them. I got zero on the analysis of her poems or even three, while the whole class maintained high scores. The teacher always called me weird and awkward when reading out what I wrote on her compositions. When she read my analysis of Emily Dickson. It was Madam Caren’s favorite sport.

“She’s a big fan.” Sue bristled at that. It was like when her mom had told her friend’s mom, in front of her friend, that Sue had been looking forward to their sleep over all week. It was embarrassing. Sue didn’t want Drake Collins to know that she liked him. “But not in like a weird way or anything,” Sue quickly assured the movie star. “What’s a weird way?” Drake Collins asked as two people, who Sue assumed were with Drake, came into the room. “Well, like…I mean…I don’t want to peel off your skin and wear it as a suit or anything,” Sue said as a joke. She quickly sobered when she saw the horrified looks of everyone in the room, including Sarah. “I said I don’t want to do that.”