Ransom

•• Chapter 15 ••

Angelica, Emmett's favourite lawyer; ended up being a godsend.

Yeah. I moved into Symphony Towers. I started the job. And Angelica saved. My. Ass.

I walked into the workplace on Tuesday, so nervous, but she intercepted me at the lift and navigated me into her office. After running down my 'chores' she gave me a few helpful hints.

Do. Not. Contact. Emmett. Directly.

Not this week at least. Apparently big stuff was going down with the company this week and she wanted me to leave him to his long intense phone calls and meetings all day.

Angelica showed me how to leave intermediate messages on the phone system and to stick to electronic emails. Angelica was actually awesome and I was slightly clingy because of the Nova-Backstabbing me situation.

I was still rattled by Nova's betrayal of our friendship; over the fact a handsome billionaire was paying me attention. I knew she loved her boys, but Nova apparently couldn't handle me getting any of that kind of attention.

At least work was a good distraction. And with Angelica's help - I could avoid Emmett most of the time.

So, for the entire week leading up to Saturday, I leave Emmett voice records, and send through little notifications that involve not seeing my face.

Angelica would check on my progress in-between her own work, making sure I wasn't overwhelmed. It wasn't hard work, but it was meticulous. You couldn't afford to stuff up even one little detail in this kind of work.

Apparently Adam made one mistake last week, he double booked a time for two meetings. Emmett lost a huge investor and Adam couldn't handle the heat - so he resigned.

Angelica made sure I was aware of Emmett's high stress levels for the entire week by constantly reminding me to stay on top. A couple of times I thought she was just being a really strict co-worker, but eventually I realised how many times she saved my butt from Ransom's sting.

It also strangely helped me relax into the role. 

And everything was going fine for the fundraiser gala Saturday night - which was tonight.

Everything is absolutely swell. Until. Of course. The news.

All around me, the prep team at the reception centre for weddings set above the Symphony Hall and Theatre - were busy placing the final touches. Champagne on each table. A presentation board decorated with too many ribbons. The catering team was almost done with their full menu. The DJ with classical beats as the main theme, was already sending out relaxing vibes and... a television in the corner of the room held my full attention.

This week in entertainment... well. The Ransom brothers went on a short vacay last week for a few days in Italy. A couple of shots show Slade and Emmett hanging out with some famous celebs.

No big deal, except for the fact Emmett is now rumoured to be dating some up and coming Italian model called Cecelia.

She's stunning, but I guess that's her job.

For a rather surprising week full of success and quiet happiness - this one photo that's already flashed by with Cecelia's long tanned legs on a yacht with Emmett Ransom - totally scrambled my brain into incoherency the moment I saw his hand on her waist.

What's this stabbing in my stomach?

Is that Nova's knives - bitch this is what it feels like?

So. This is what it feels like.

What am I even thinking?

"We're opening the doors, Cheryl," one older man who owned the reception, Edgar, helps pull my attention back to the present.