Chapter 4 { Emrys }
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As soon as I open the door of my soundproof office. I instantly regret it for my poor ears.
"Oh! My! God!” Rosa’s hand flies to her face to muffle her shriek, rosegold smartphone still in her hand.
“What is it?” Anger draining away, I rush to her side. She’s my sister, after all.
“My favorite supermodel is pregnant!” She raises her phone but I’ve already lost interest. Models? Are there any people less interesting on earth than models?
“Where’s my report?” I look at her desk and spot the requested document in the process of being assembled into a plastic presentation binder. “Forget it.” I swipe it up and head back for my office.
“No one knows who the father is. She’s not saying,” Rosa tells me, trotting behind.
“Is she involved in the business trade in CT city? If not, I’m not interested.” I try to shut the door in my sister’s face, but she barrels through, continuing to parrot her nonsense.
“She did do a runway show in CT city once. I think it was for Gucci . Or was it Valentino? I can’t remember. Let me search.” She sets the toy down and picks up her phone. “Oh my, they’re saying that they think the father is Christian Stephen.”
“No clue who that is.” I settle into my chair and spread out the report.
Ignoring me as only a sister can, Blossom perches on the edge of my desk. “Christian Stephen was in the last superhero movie. He played the guy who drank the special concoction and became ultimately strongest.”
“We don’t need superheroes like that anymore,” I mutter.
“I don’t think it’s Stephen. He plays a lot of assholes and I can’t see Fiorella with someone like that.”
I can’t see Fiorella with someone like that. The sentence breaks through and the pen I was using to mark up the report falls from my hand. Dry-mouthed, I ask, “Did you say Fiorella?”
It couldn’t be her, right? It couldn’t be. I snatch Rosa’s phone from her grip. It’s a good thing I’m sitting down because Rosa’s Fiorella is, in fact, the mystery woman from my Kive city trip five months ago. I toss the phone in Rosa’s face and am halfway across the room before Rosa realizes I’m leaving.
“Where are you going?”
To the airport.” I throw my office doors open. The doors to my private elevator slide open as I approach.
“What about your meeting?”
“Reschedule it.”
“Why are you going to the airport?”
I stab the lobby floor button. “To get your future sister-in-law.” The doors slide shut but not before I see Rosa’s jaw drop to the ground.
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