I get bogged down with work and end up with the headache from hell, before heading home; it’s been a stressful first day back, and now, more than ever, I’m hating his absence. We’re a team … We work on all this crap together and we do it well. I’ve never had to single-handedly take over and I don’t like it anymore. I’m angry at him for making me do this. Angry at the way my emotions are up and down, and I can’t stick on hating him or missing him.

I know it’s part of my job and I know I’m capable but still … I detest it. I know more about the Carrero empire than I could have ever imagined, I’ve so many staff at my fingertips it’s terrifying. I converse with lawyers, security, HR, and other crazily titled employees constantly, and sometimes I wonder how my head hasn’t self-imploded. I’m only twenty-six and to have so much resting on my shoulders at this age, is a huge achievement. I know I’m good at what I do. But still.

Why the hell did I have to find my calling at the side of a complete asshole named Jake, who makes me feel completely lost without him?

* * *

“Miss Anderson?”

I glance up at Rosalie as she stands in my office doorway, so lost in this spreadsheet, my thoughts, and never heard her approach. It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m feeling the strain of another busy day.

“Yes?”

“There’s someone at the reception desk who’s asking for you.” She seems nervous and moves from foot to foot.

Do I make her nervous?

I don’t like the fact that I do.

“Send them in.” I smile brightly, trying to put her at ease. I never used to care about the effect I had on her, but I don’t like the way she’s hovering, or the unsure aura she has about her.

Am I that bad to work for?

“Not up here, Miss … down at main reception … security doesn’t want to send them up.” She hesitates. I frown and glance at my watch, I’ve no meetings planned for another two hours so this confuses me.

“I’ll go down.” I smile and wave her away. Seeing her obvious relief at my calm response.

* * *

difference being my hair,

through the building and out toward the main desk at

someone here to see me?” I smile at the faceless red head as she looks me over

“I’m Emma Anderson.”

had this a lot since I returned with new hair. I sigh heavily in

They’re right over there in the waiting area … The gentleman in

just have that effect on all of them? How have

“Thank you. His name?”

you would know him, Ma’am.” She looks away quickly aware she’s just peeved

the people lurking around waiting for appointments. The green coat has his back to me and does seem vaguely familiar. I hesitate, then move forward, and

and I’m faced with the familiar blue eyes that resemble my own, that faded gray stubbly face, and crooked mouth, aged but still recognizable. The shifty eyes and awkward posture of

My father.

sharply and step back, trying to conceal

He grins at me as though we’re old friends and I just openly stare at him, speechless. Momentarily

have just shown

here?” I snap, tone as cold and shocked as I feel, cutting him

never here. Your cell says it’s cut off.” He actually

What the hell?

here?” I repeat, grinding my teeth. Not even taking a moment to point out that I changed

my kid, Emma …” He shrugs, as if that’s all the excuse he needs, my anger

you’re aware of that.” I realize surrounding eyes have looked up in interest and we are drawing attention to us.

here, too public and

Emma takes control over shocked and emotional Emma and regains

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