Chapter 4：Two Blankets for a Lonely Bed. (2/2)

”Oh, you're right. Sorry, I haven't noticed that it's been so long. Good night Miss Hayes,” the non-maniac replied in a perfectly normal tone.

What, is that all? No extra jokes? Before Emily had time to think, he added,

”Be sure to take two blankets.”

”What for?”

”So that it is not too cold in a lonely bed, since you have missed your happiness. Oh, and don't sit in the water for a long time, otherwise your toes will wrinkle.”

The girl expressed a long tirade of obscene words to the phone rings.

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Emily got ready for work in the right way. Since Kelly did not bother to talk about her team, the girl decided to focus on Mrs. Parkinson. The Pharaoh Publishing House was a well-known and presentable place, in which a certain dress code had to reign.

At least that's what Emily thought. She pulled her brown hair into a tall, neat ponytail that hung just below the shoulder blades. The sheath dress fit perfectly on the figure, without focusing on the attractive curves. She emphasized her brown eyes with a light dab of mascara on the eyelashes, the almost colorless lip gloss was barely noticeable. Her glasses were far from Mrs. Parkinson's gold rim, but their shape was perfect for the heart-shaped face of the girl.

She got used to her accessory so much that she could transform from a cute student into a strict teacher, using only facial expressions. The grandmother complained that it would be better for Emily to become an actress, then there would be at least some good from her appearance.

Emily did not consider herself a beauty (with which her grandmother strongly disagreed), but the girl knew and was able to emphasize her merits and hide minor flaws, which were often caused by an extra slice of pizza or cake before bed.

She got out of the taxi and walked confidently to the door of the main building of the Pharaoh Publishing House.

The clatter of heels duplicated the ecstatic beats of the heart, evoking both timidity and anticipation.

”Miss Hayes, you arrived a little earlier than I expected,” Mrs. Parkinson met her in the foyer, ”I need to bring our department documents to the main office. You can wait for me here or go outside. The entrance to our department is at the other end of the building, so you still need to walk a little.”

Emily nodded back and sighed as the figure of the general manager disappeared behind the elevator doors. Mrs. Parkinson did not comment on the girl's appearance in any way, only slightly arched an eyebrow before the mask of severity returned to her face.

Now Emily could finally look around. If it was just the foyer, what did the main departments look like?

In the center of the foyer, there was a small fountain shaped like an oasis. In the middle of the fountain, on a small hill, stood the figure of Osiris, the ancient Egyptian god, two human heights tall.

The walls were decorated with bas-reliefs reminiscent of rock paintings. The tiles on the floor were full of thematic patterns. The impression was that the visitor was transported to another era.

The bookcase in the waiting corner was stylized as a pharaoh's pyramid, inside of which there were bookshelves, and the tables were located in the same place along the perimeter. You could go inside this pyramid, take your favorite book, and enjoy reading.

Emily would very much like to do this, and in order not to seduce herself with such a tempting desire, she decided to go outside and wait for Mrs. Parkinson there.

The weather was wonderful. Same as it was yesterday. Fortunately for the girl, nobody ruined this morning.

She watched the cars heading towards the underground parking lot or, conversely, driving back. At that moment, loud music was heard from around the corner, and then its source appeared - the black Maybach with a roar turned to the building and rushed past.

Ha ha ha. Emily fought back a nervous laugh. No, can't she be SO lucky? But her excellent memory only confirmed the guess - the number of the car coincided with the one that the girl hit yesterday in the parking lot.

There was a sharp squeal of brakes, and again the sound of the engine. Maybach rolled in reverse and stopped in front of the entrance to the building. The driver leaned out the window and waved his hand, ”Oh, Miss Hayes, good morning! How did you sleep? Are you cold?”

Emily turned to the side, pretending that it was not her and in general she was not here. Ignore him, just keep ignoring him.

There were about five meters between the building and the road, and she could not say that she did not recognize the guy. So be it. He will immediately understand that no one intends to continue the conversation with him.

It was quiet for half a minute, and Emily hoped he took her thick hint, but no. The door of the car barely audibly clicked, but for the girl, it sounded like BOOM!

Why the hell did he get out of the car?!

With bated breath, she stared at the approaching impudent man, whose face was clear: he was in tune for a long and consistent conversation.

Such a beautiful morning was ruined again!