Forever Yours

.6

She was standing infront of the ominous wrought iron gate. The thick iron vines designed in way to mimick a bougainvillea plant. Never had anything look so daunting and formidable.

She was happy , nervous. Jittery and . . . about to collapse.

"Nothing to be afraid of. Get in. Do as you're told and then hope for residency." She whispered softly.

She had to be there for herself.

Pat herself on the shoulder.

She was not going to be the one demoralizing herself. Emma had to be careful with her thoughts because them, the thoughts, ran her body. Her soul.

She straightened up and pressed the golden button.

With thudding heart, she heard the distinct click of the hidden camera. The thin neck erecting up .Camera zooming in on her.

She tried to stay still so it could catch her.

"It's you again!"

The chirpy voice boomed and this time she didn't jump. She had come prepared.

"Uh yeah. I got the job." She smiled at the camera, shrugging slightly.

"Okey-dokey! Come on in!"

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Emma was walking on the pathway smacked dab between the plush green lawn. To anyone else she seemed like an innocent stranger passing by but her senses were on high alert. Actively absorbing her surroundings.

Two guards walking aimlessly in the lawn.

A driver wiping the doors of the luxurious Porsche.

A gardener plucking plants here and there.

With eyes downcast, she moved towards the entrance . Stepping up on the marble stairs. Going up towards the wooden oak door and—

A hand shot up. Halting her immediately.

The stern face of a guard greeted her.

Ofcourse, she thought.

"And you're?" He asked in a curt voice , trying to intimidate her.

"Diana Santos hired me." She replied in a to the point voice.

His black eyes slipped up and down at her outfit. A plain t shirt thrown over washed out jeans. Brown hair tied up in a bun. . .Emma could see the mocking in his eyes but she didn't let that faze her.

If they don't know you personally, don't take it personally.

That was her motto.

He opened his mouth and her heart sinked because she knew that look. He was going to dismiss her .

She was ready to beg when—

"I can't believe—why the hell are you holding her up?" An annoyed voice asked.

And Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that voice.

The man made himself visible by stepping out and standing beside the stationed guard.

"Hey. . ." His face pinched in like he was trying to remember something.

"Emma." She smiled , a greatful smile at seeing his familiar face.

"Emma. Right. Get in. She's in her bedroom." Miles jerked a thumb to the inside.

"Thanks." She said and he nodded .