Capítulo 35: Where Do We Start?
People usually spend their day off watching movies or relaxing with friends. Emily's best friends turned out to be a rag and a bucket of water.
The meeting with unplanned guests forced the girl to do the whole mop-up operation. And if last time she limited herself to washing floors and putting things in order, now the battlefield for the territory was much larger.
She had to dust off every thing, even the smallest one. She needed to throw away what the boss or granny shouldn't see, and hide what couldn't be thrown away.
In the piles of books on the desk, there were even several works of her ex, which Emily had to return and forgot. Well, okay. If Peter needed them so badly, he would have demanded them right away.
And she was not going to take at least something of his things. Apparently, when she was in a hurry to leave his apartment, she took these books by mistake.
Almost giving in to the urge to throw the two research books into the trash can, Emily put them in one of the drawers, out of sight.
In the evening, feeling exhausted, she fell on the bed and decided not to get up until morning.
But her plans, as always, were disrupted by one overly persistent man.
"I'm listening, Mr. Evans," she replied when she saw the incoming call from the boss.
"How are you, Miss Hayes? Are you ready for tomorrow's culinary Olympus conquest?"
And why is Evans always so happy? Oh yeah, he's not going to have to stand at the stove all day, learning how to cook something he never cooked.
"It has been better," Emily muttered.
"Oh, you don't seem to like the idea of having a dinner together? I'm so sorry that I embarrassed you," the man replied. But he sounded not a bit like a man consumed by a sense of guilt. On the contrary, he has become even more cheerful.
Shameless little turd. What can you expect from him?
"Do you want me to order food in a restaurant, and tell your grandmother that you cooked it?" he suggested.
The idea was tempting. But what will Emily do next if granny appreciates the chef's menu and wants to repeat it? Then she will definitely have to go to a culinary school and let herself become a slave of the stove.
"No, thanks. I'll figure it out somehow," she refused the generous offer.
"Well, whatever you want," the boss calmed down and immediately added, "Just try not to poison us."
"I cannot vouch for this. In any case, I will make two separate portions for granma and for you. You said you love it hot."
"Well, it depends on the context."
"In the context of the menu, of course."
"Ahh, I thought, suddenly you meant something else. The word has many meanings."
The word has nothing to do with it. Someone's got too obvious hints and wild fantasy, Emily thought.
"Good night, Mr. Evans. Eat something hot to help you sleep better."
Justin chuckled into the phone. "Good advice. Can you tell me how to get rid of the hot dreams that have been tormenting me lately? The psychologist said that I need to turn them into reality, then it will become easier. Do you think it will work?"
Instead of answering the question, Emily just hung up. Dreams are tormenting him, what a disaster! Yes, after such conversations, she herself is afraid to fall asleep!
She wished she knew what he was dreaming about there. Although... better not. The nerves will stay ok in such case.
The phone beeped at hand.
[I decided it will be worth taking a psychologist's advice. Otherwise, it turns out that I paid eight hundred bucks for nothing. So you, too, think about what therapy options you can advise. Don't forget to take an extra blanket to bed. It doesn't have much time left to keep you warm. Good night, Miss Hayes. P.S. See you in my dream. Let's end the conversation there.]
Justin Evans, damn you!
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The morning would be great if not for a night with obscene dreams, where the boss was in the lead role, and the anticipation of the approaching apocalypse under the guise of a family dinner.
Morning coffee was canceled as the clock showed nearly 12-30 P.M.
"Oh crap!" gasped Emily as she checked the time. How did she even manage to fall asleep so soundly?
Apparently, yesterday's forced training in the form of the cumpolsory mop-up operation paid off. Well, at least her own reflection in the mirror made her happy.
She looked refreshed and rested, as if she had spent several hours in a spa. Wonders! Even the dark circles under the eyes have disappeared! It remained to do something with what was supposed to be her hair, and she is ready to conquer the world. Adjustment: the kitchen.
Although the world would have been easier to conquer, probably.
Deciding to postpone the shower for an hour later, Emily went to the site of her future battle. And it seems that she was defeated before she entered the battle.
"Hey, what the hell?" she turned on the tap in the sink, but the water did not flow.
The girl went to the bathroom and made sure that there was water. It would be devastating if it was turned off today! Although her house was old, and occasionally there were some accidents, in general there were no such problems.
Emily went back to the kitchen tap. Turning it in different directions, she achieved a narrow stream of water. "Hmm, what if that's the case?" she tugged at the handle and a thick stream of water splashed into her face with a strong pressure.
She immediately turned the tap the other way until the water stopped flowing.
"Looks like you'll have to shower earlier." She examined her T-shirt, soaked to the last thread. Favorite home trousers were also not suitable for further wear.
"Hello? Hi. This is Emily Hayes, from 705," she called the super, "Something has happened to the tap in my kitchen. It seems to be broken. Can you send a plumber to fix it?"
The manager's answer did not please the girl. The plumber will not appear until tomorrow's lunch, and she has dinner at stake!
She will probably have to take advantage of the boss's offer to order from the restaurant.
"Hey, that's great!" Emily was instantly excited. She now had a good reason not to cook and she wouldn't even have to lie to granny!
In high spirits, the girl went to the shower, where she spent the next hour. There was plenty of time until six in the evening.
Having pleased her body with masks and scrubs, Emily left the bath. There was a missed call from a friend on the phone.
"Kelly, hello! I was in the shower. How are you?"
"Emy, are we best friends or what?!" Emily was surprised by the indignant voice of the red-haired beast. "Why do I find out that you are pregnant from the boss through third parties? Why am I not even aware that I will soon become an aunt?!"
"Eh, I'm sorry," Emily said, confused. Damn, she forgot that the entire department considers her to be Evans' mistress! And something seems to her that soon they will not be far from the truth.
"Kelly, these are all rumors. There is nothing between me and Mr. Evans." Emily straightened the towel wrapped around her head, which was constantly sliding to the side.
"Where did the rumors come from then?"
A reasonable question.
"Okay. Nothing yet. But I think we may become a sort of a thing soon. He and my grandmother are having dinner with me tonight."
"Wow! What a turn of events! Well, you surely know how to surprise, babe!" Kelly whistled. "So, I'm coming back in two weeks. I hope you will have conquered our Terra Incognita in this time!"
"Are you talking about Evans now?" laughed Emily. He never seemed somehow unattainable, although many around claimed the opposite.
"Of course, I'm talking about him. It is he who looks so sociable, but in fact, he does not let anyone close. His personal life is generally shrouded in secrecy behind seven seals. A lot of different rumors about him were out there! For instance, the rumors that he secretly got married three years ago due to the fact that some girl got pregnant from him and almost committed suicide. Or that he prefers boys to girls. "
Wow, from one extreme to the other! Hayes was surprised. She herself was not interested in this. Digging in other people's dirty linen was not her habit.
"But I think these are just rumors. Otherwise, he would not have hit on you. Having a wife and flirting with some other girl is absolutely disgusting. I still want to shave your Peter guy bald off!"
Emily smiled. Memories of the betrayal of the former now caused only a smile. Everything that is done is for the best.
"You say the boss and Marian will be at your place tonight?" remembered Kelly.
"Well yes."
"Well, well, well. Tell me, dear, did you buy condoms?"
"W-what?!" Emily dropped her phone.
"Hello? Emy? Are you here? What's with that sound? Did you bump your head against the wall there?"
"Maybe you bumped your head against something there, you're asking me such questions?!" Emily answered, picking up the phone from the floor.
"What's wrong with that? Dinner, evening. Boss. Do you think he will politely say goodbye and leave your den arm in arm with your grandmother, like a true gentleman? He's a man, Emily. Male, hunter. Evans is no fool to pass up this opportunity," Kelly continued.
Well, actually I already gave him such an opportunity a couple of times, and he did not take any advantage of it, Emily wanted to argue. But she changed her mind.
Oh, damn it!
Somehow she didn't take into account that the boss's unambiguous hints could move so quickly into action.
"You think?" asked Emily.
"Ha, yes, I'm sure! If I were a man, I would have grabbed you in my arms long ago!" laughed Kelly.
Emily's palms were sweating instantly. Possible moment X was approaching, but she did not even notice!
The doorbell distracted the girl from the overwhelming wave of panic.
"Kelly, I'll call you back. Maybe someone has finally come to fix the tap in the kitchen."
"Okay. Have a great rest, baby! And don't forget about protection!"
Kelly hung up, leaving her friend confused and with a thundering heart in her chest.
There was a knock on the door.
"I'm coming," Emily shouted, straightened the towel over her head, and opened the door.
It would be better if it was a plumber.
At least her heart definitely sank seven floors down, where his workshop was.
"Hello! I thought that you might appreciate a little help. Come on, step aside," the boss pushed the girl aside in a businesslike manner and went inside, carrying bags of groceries with him.
"You said you had nothing. So I took whatever I thought was necessary." Evans squared his shoulders and towered over Emily like a statue of a Greek god.
The one-hundred-megawatt smile was more blinding than ever.
He lazily ran a hand through his hair. "Well, where do we start? I am at your complete disposal."
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