Contracted Heart

CHAPTER 2

Emily felt like fighting the manager and saying all sorts of harsh words at him because she knew there was someone and something about her dismissal from the agency.

She felt the strong urge to land a heavy and scorching slap at the manager's face but she didn't. She knew very well that it would only make matters worse.

Looking at the man who sat in front of her, she shook her head sorrowfully. What would she tell her father? The memories of how her father was happy when she told him she was going to be promoted at work lingered in her mind.

And her body went weak like her life was about to leave her body.

She stared at the manager with different thoughts running through her mind and another set of tears brimmed in her eyes. She wasn't surprised anymore. She already knew the manager she was standing in his office didn't like her.

Other people will see her artwork to be the best, and her designs for jewelry companies to be amazing. Once Mr. Jared the manager sets his eyes on the designs Emily comes up with, everything will be rubbish.

The last time Emily was delegated to take care of a design for a top jewelry company in town. She started sketching the design when she was at work. Even when she got home, sipping from her cup as she gave meaning to the drawing,

“Woah, this is amazing. Our agency will make a lot of money from this." She nodded, grabbed her cup of juice, and took two sips then she smiled.

It has been her dream, her desire to be a renowned artist in the world. And when she overheard her co-workers talking about her promotion as she was going to her desk, she couldn't help but blush, as she imagined herself taking steps to achieve her dreams.

Striking deals with companies as their top designer, getting featured in magazines. The fantasies were breathtaking.

The next day when she brought the work to her agency. Hoping that her manager would be blown away by her acuity, the least she expected happened.

“This doesn't match what the company wants,” the manager said coldly as he squeezed the design on the plain sheet of paper and tossed it in the trash can which was meant for refuse. Emily's heart tugged with pain and she felt humiliated. Her eyes welled up

She was emotional but couldn't do anything about it seems she knew talking back to the manager only meant one thing which was “you would lose your job.” She felt drained and weak after putting her brain to work on that design just for Mr. Jared to toss it away like a drawing of a child in kindergarten.

She was ordered to start the whole design from scratch with the condition that it had to be ready within two hours. Which she did and she never liked the experience.

The door to the manager's office opened and the security marched in, their feet heavy on the floor. Emily stood frozen as she stared at the manager not minding those that just walked in

The manager looked up from his desk as he was taking a close look at a document, he pointed at Emily, “Take her away," He said huskily and immediately he cringed his head, taking a close look at the document on his desk.

The Securities moved and seized Emily by her side and she resisted, “Don't touch me!" She snarled as she struggled but her strength was nothing compared to the mighty men with their bulges of arms.

“Take her away, and if I ever see her anywhere around this premises you will lose your jobs”

The Securities nodded as they stood tensed with Emily who was struggling to free herself, “Let go.. let go of me," her facial expression tightened.

“Take her away,” the manager motioned his hand nonchalantly in the air, looking at them with a raised brow.

They walked towards the door with Emily still under seizure,

“Let go of me,” she struggled. She tilted her head at the manager, "To hell with you and you mama b***h. I hate you. Karma will catch up with you. You wicked man.” She blurted out.

Mr. Jared only smiled at her words and her outburst, "Out!” he uttered. A triumphant smile plastered on his lips. He watched as she was taken away and his face suddenly became mean which held something dangerous in them.

Picked his phone on his desk, “William, it's done." The call ended and an evil smile crept on his face.

Emily was kicked out of the agency. The security guards let her off curtly and she landed on the interlocks, her arse landing first with a thwack and she grimaced in pain.

Her skin crawled with shame as she positioned her hands to get herself off the floor, her backpack landed on her head and the pieces of her work which she had designed just for fun and for the love of her handwork came flying in the air. She stared at the security who threw the backpack at her with her eyes blurry with tears. Just a blink and the tears would roll down her cheeks.

She fell to the ground exhaustively on her knees. Her heart was clogged with emotions and her face deepened with a frown. She watched as her most precious designs fell to the ground and tears trickled down her cheeks the most.

Hesitantly, she moved on her knees as she picked her cherished designs up one after the other, taking her time, she put them in her backpack. She pulled the zipper as she locked the backpack. She got up on her feet as she clutched her backpack to her chest. Making her way slowly towards the exit of the agency, lost in her thoughts.

She trailed down the road, tears shimmering down her cheeks as she sniffled. She made several attempts by cleaning the tears with the back of her hand but the tears kept coming. She was brought back to the moment when she heard a car honking but before she could know what was going on she was already in the middle of the road. It was too late to go from the place where she was to anywhere.

She halted in her stance as she shouted in shock, her eyes widened and her backpack fell to the ground. The driver did a lot of work not to knock her down. He matched the brakes with a lot of pressure as the car pulled towards Emily recklessly, the tires screeching and the Royce Rolls Phantom came to an abrupt halt just an inch away to knock Emily down.

Due to the pressure in her heart as her heart palpitated, she collapsed on the road.

The car door was pushed open and a man dressed in white tailored suit rushed out with his eyes widened a

s he ran to her and scrooched, holding her in his hands.

His cerulean eyes scanned Emily’s face with terror in them.