Emma Watson
The way Ray had told me to meet him after his dinner made me excited.
Despite the fact that he was rude just a few hours ago, I had been doing as I was told—avoiding him when necessary. But he was insistent on making me miserable.
"I mean, now I can't even eat until he says so..."
Present
"What special skills are you talking about, sir?"
He was still seated on the bed, his dark shades on. "Don't act stupid, Emma. You know what I mean!"
His words pierced my heart. What does he mean, I know what he meant?
"With all due respect, sir, I don't know what you mean. You called me in here talking about a special skill. I told you I could draw, and you asked if I knew what special skills I spoke of."
He only smiled as he threw a dress at me. "Take it. Wear this."
