Chapter 2 (Displeasure to Meet You)

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Emma's POV

The sun was shining brightly accompanied by the summer breeze that brought a calming feeling to the early birds that were awake on this lovely morning. It was quite rare to have warm days in London as it was always cold and wet so I tried to appreciate it as much as I could. The warm weather made me feel pumped up to head to the beach with Beth to enjoy a nice time sunbathing with our bikinis on in the next few days. The beautiful imagination had created some positive vibes to start of the day as early as 10:30 in the morning. Except that my positive vibes turned negative within less than a second.

"Miss Emma, your mother is finding you in your room to ask you to have brunch." Colette, our maid called me politely.

"Tell her I'll come later."

"Mrs. Blackwell is just concerned of Miss Emma." She spoke with her thick French accent with her words a bit off. I sighed deeply, shutting my eyes and counted to five before I lose it. Then, I turned to face her.

"Colette, if you kindly leave now and tell her that I will eat later cause I do not want to be disturbed, I will let you leave alive. Now would you excuse me." I swore I saw her eyes turned to the size of a golf ball. Poor lady, she has been serving loyally under the tyranny of the Blackwell for at least two decades. Makes me feel bad for threatening her.

I reached higher to get it but it seems that I was a little short in height so I repeatedly tried to stretch the best I can. My muscles ached for the past fifteen minutes trying to grab the fucking surveillance camera that was attached to the tree that was so high it was within my grasp. Damn, I really need to work out more often.

"Cher Dieu! Miss Emma, please! You are going to hurt yourself!" Colette exclaimed worriedly from a few feet below.

"Colette, don't try to stop me. Cause you're failing it." I singed.

"Miss Emma, please!-" She got cut off.

"I'll come down later. I promise."

"No, I simply cannot leave-!"

"Which part of 'I'll fucking come down later I fucking promise' you don't understand?"

She answered, "Please, Miss Emma, if you do not come in back with me, your mother is going to kill me."

"Colette. Just. Go."

She sighed, meaning she has given up with me. "As you wish, Miss Emma but brace yourself cause I heard Mrs. Blackwell has an important and urgent news-"

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and go while you still can." I ignored her and continued to try to climb up to the branch that was higher than the one I was stepping.

I grabbed the above branch and pulled myself up to stand on it. My body shaked due to unbalance and immediately, my hands flew to hug the tree trunk. I stabilized my legs and balanced myself with the support of the tree trunk to avoid from falling to the ground. With a quick swipe, I snatched the attached wires and cracked the lens of the camera with the hammer from my pocket that I brought just before climbing up to get rid of this piece of junk. Satisfied by my mischievous work, I threw the hammer to the ground and made my way carefully down from the top. Or tried.

The branch I stepped on snapped and I landed on my ass with a thud. An 'ow' automatically blurted out from my mouth as I got up and rubbed my sore bottom.

I felt the presence of a person walking towards me as her cold voice spoke, "You know that whatever you're doing now is useless.We still have many ways to keep an eye on you but this time, instead of sitting back and just watch, we are going to take action on you, young lady."

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