Chapter 69 - The Cousin, Emery
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"What's going on? The breeze outside is terrifyingly strong, and Peter and Emman are gathering the others. I know something's wrong," Emery says, bursting through the door as her mother did so frequently. She was the tiny child who belonged to her mother.
"It's nothing to be concerned about, Emery; the grown-ups will take care of it," Emily promises the young girl.
"I know, but I just arrived and therefore don't want to go through the process of unloading and moving again when I'm not here for long, and I know it's crazy, but I don't want to get too accustomed in case I wind up changing my thoughts about going out," she says.
Emery was a twelve-year-old child, born in the image of the Johnson blood. Blonde-brown hair. Green emerald eyes. Glistening and brightening up any room they entered. Cheery and well-loved.
Emily's eyes welled up with empathy as she heard her cousin's witness statement; she was well aware that we were in a dangerous situation, and going home to visit family was far too tempting an opportunity to refuse, but it had to be taken into account; I could not rely on them any longer due to my dumb self - doubt.
"I was going to draw it out, but now feels like the proper moment," she remarked abruptly, leaving me puzzled.
"Emily, what time is it?"
"There's a big package in my work area. It's your Christmas present," she informed the youngster, who lighted up with delight, and I instantly realized what she meant. As soon as I learned about this possibility, my eyes gleamed.
Even though it wasn't ostensibly productive, it was nonetheless useful. It would assist me in preparing and removing any potential distractions.
I'm not really in desperate need of assistance or anything, but I'm not going to sit here and wait for destruction!
"As much as I adore my 'economically inactive queen' position, I suppose why not?" I exclaimed enthusiastically. I'm hoping this will work out well.
"Simply utilize for it by putting in your résumé; you'll get a call for an interview in the next day or two, and we'll be companions soon!" she said, bouncing a little in her chair.
Her brilliant almond eyes widened as she caught a fleeting glance of her watch and leaped to her feet, hurriedly exclaiming, "Oh no, I completely lost sight of time."
I glanced at my phone and agreed "yeah, we did."
"My boss is downstairs, he must have concluded his meeting, so I've got to go, okay?" she projected an apologetic guilty smile my way and I nodded in understanding.
"All right, see you later," I murmured as I stood there watching her speed away towards the stairs, almost disappearing from view in a matter of seconds. I followed her and thought the amount of running she did in high heels was incredible.
When I arrived in front of my house, I noticed my father sitting on the steps of our front porch, still dressed in his business suit, on his phone, attempting to keep himself engaged and amused. Seriously? I sighed. Do you want to go to the hot seat?
That won't happen again.
I got out of the car and strolled over to him.
My father isn't your normal middle-aged successful entrepreneur; he's a few inches taller than me and has a beard that's been gently groomed. He is kind at heart, despite his stern demeanor, and he appears much younger than his age since his mother watches after his health, but mostly because he behaves like a kid.
When he spotted me he raised an eyebrow at my messed up clothes and assumed "Partied a little too hard did we?"
"So, I take it you've been hired as a janitor," he said laughingly.
"I adore how much trust you have in me," I remarked sarcastically, giving him the "not amused" look.
"Always," he said, theatrically glancing about, "I live here?" his response seemed like a query.
I quickly replied, "On the front balcony?"
"I'm frightened of Lilith," he said exaggeratedly. "Please don't make me come inside."
"It's only that your mother wouldn't let me in," he grumbled. "I'm not allowed to go into my chambers."
Realizing his track history, I crossed my arms and said, "For good cause, I believe." that's sufficient "But why? What went wrong this time?" he said, caressing the back of his head softly. "I got back from a party and I think I'm a bit late."
He was due to return yesterday night if my memory serves me well. I looked at my Rolex and noticed that it was now approximately 3:30 p.m. I gave my dad a pointed look and incredulously asked: "You think?!"
"I fell asleep after the party, and woke up late and hungover." Yeah, that was his reason now, it sucks.
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