Reborn (Open PO)
Meet you Again
“Emma Gwen?” the fat woman repeats the new name of Emely. He matched the photo of the fake document belonging to the girl in front of him. “Alright, wait a moment in the waiting room.”
Emely stepped into the waiting room of the distributor's family-owned Marvin's office.he applied to the warehouse section, in a moment he will be interviewed. False hair is straight black shoulder to shoulder, the skin is deliberately polished Calum with skin dye to brown, one level darker than the original skin. Round glasses stuck to her nose, as well as neat and dapper clothes, a blue shirt and a subordinate black skirt, she suppressed the fat that had not been lost with the corset. Far from the real soul.
His eyes watched the entire waiting room. The guest room is on the opposite side. The owner of this place is having guests. He sat with his feet the way the English family sat, he raised his head, looking straight at the mini palm tree in front of him, as if his eyes were emitting laser light ready to burn the place.
The door of the guest room in the open, which came out from there was the most terrifying figure in the universe, Calum. He didn't even say he was coming. His appearance was slightly different when he was in the castle. He wore a white shirt wrapped in a black suit not to forget the maroon-red tie around his neck. Following Marvin out with seoarang lekaki berdasi middle-aged lungs. At the very back is his former future father-in-law Marvin's father. He was older than the last time they met.
Paulo Fernandez, he is the best of all. His face did look unfriendly, the first time they met Emely's body trembled violently, but after he put on a smile, all the turmoil disappeared.
“Nona,” Calum suddenly approached her thrusting a handkerchief. “There are stains on your glasses,” he whispered softly once, the impression of his trademark mut angel faded.
He turned this morning, offering a high-protein bread to Emely, as well as a glass of milk that he took himself in the cowshed.
Handkerchief? Emely's forehead wrinkled, not understanding the intent of the man. The white cloth he returned, found Calum's handwriting. ‘Stop sitting like a Mannequin like that, you're scarier than Annabell.’
Emely held her breath, lowering back the boiling blood pressure. He himself felt uncomfortable, but Marvin was the one who memorized his behavior the most, he did not want to fail. Not yet he was accepted for work, but went straight home empty-handed. For whatever reason, he did not want to use the blonde wik, Calum's second disguise plan. Also most importantly the strange man did not want to listen to any rejection and Jason.
“Emma Gwen” the voice of the fat woman echoed.
He paused for a moment in front of the door, inhaling a breath as well as making his voice change. But without any effort, his voice was raspy, certainly a crazy idea from his stepfather, Calum. He locked Emely in the basement, forcing her to scream for an hour.
But as soon as his steps came back right after he opened the door, there were three other employees there along with his ex-lover. Emely forgot this, how to deal with the ex.
“Emma Gwen,” says Marvin. “What is your motivation to work here?”
“Certainly get money Sir,” replied Emely flat.
“Good, honest answer.”
“Yah,”
“You were the first to answer this honest question,” their smile on Marvin's lips.
I know, what you're like Marvin, Inner Emely. He*** both of his hands behind the desk, it seems he is not ready to meet again with Marvin.
The man stared at Emely's eyeballs, for a moment all of them poking back together. The former Emely was dead, but the taste inside her chest was still the same.
