Daddy’s Hot Sauce

Emily went out of the storage room, she let out a heavy sigh after she heard the elevator bells and quickly grabbed the plate and put it in the sink to wash it.

“I just want to hang out with you, blah blah,”

She imitated the voice of Sam and that was making her annoyed and rolled her eyes for the ninth time.

“Well, Anders seems to love the way she locked her arms on his,”

Then, she turned the faucet and water spitted out on her clothes and made a mess on the entire floor.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as the cold water dripped into her body.

She quickly went out of the kitchen to change her clothes.

After putting on the white round neck shirt she noticed herself in the mirror and saw the pale skin she had and two more bruises were now on her thighs.

“I might have my period this week,”

Then she saw the photos of her parents that fell on the floor and leaned on the wall while caressing it.

“I will bear this, for you and dad. I want you to be proud of me,” she whispered while tears were running on her cheeks.

Emily missed her parents and since she got no phone to communicate with them, she worried that her parents might think about her,

“I can’t take this anymore!” she mumbled and put on her shoes. “My parents will surely worried about me,”

Then she walked fast toward the elevator and was about to step in instead she stepped back and saw a man in the elevator that was staring at her.

“Miss Emily, please have this one,”

“What are you doing here, George?” she furrowed her brows and wondered about his presence in the penthouse.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Mr. Winston sent you this,” then, he smiled at her and handed the paper bag to Emily.

Her eyes widened and said, “What?!” then a smile appeared on her face, “How did you get this one?” she asked once again.

But, George has no right to speak the truth about it, “I think you better ask him about that, Miss Emily,”

Then, George turned his back and went inside the elevator and left her in the penthouse.

She browsed her phone and quickly called her parents. A couple of rings before her mother answered the phone.

“Mom, How are you and dad?”

“Emily? I thought you were working at this hour?”

“Yeah but I take a quick break just wondering if you’re okay and dad,”

Then, she wiped off the tears that escaped from her eyes.

Emily was the only daughter of the two famous chefs in the country. The only princess that has no crown on her but a golden heart just like her parents. Being the only child in the family made it hard to be far away to her parents for a long time.

Her parents never let her be raised as a brat type of Princess as they both made sure that they had enough time for her and memories were far more important than material things.

This was the reason why Emily was loved by her parents and so to them.

Emily would sacrifice everything just to save the company and for her parents. She wanted them to be proud of her.

“Are you crying sweetheart?”

Emily shook her head and cleared her throat while covering the mouth piece of her phone.

“No, I just miss your voice mom,” she lied but she felt the stream of her tears.

A sparing smile appeared on her face and continuously nodded her head. She knew that keeping a secret was not a good thing to her parents. Besides, she never kept a secret to her, but only this time as she knew that would be hurt by her decision especially about the contract.

She would do anything just for her parents to have less worries about the company. Now that she found out that their company was in the lowest point, she would surely do anything just for it to survive as she knew that it was his father who crawled on the ground just to make it on top.

“I can’t wait to see you, please tell Dad that I love him.”

Then, a smile was now on her face and felt light after her talk with her mom. Although this was just the beginning for her, she would do her best to obey Mr. Winston. Only for six months, that was stated in the contract.

After a while her phone rang and saw the ID appeared on the screen. “Mike!” she exclaimed and quickly answered it.

“Finally! How are you, Emily? I’ve been calling you every day just to check on you.”

“Open up your camera, Mike,” she requested as she wanted to see him if her wounds were healed.

“Don’t worry much about me. I-I’m fine here and I want to see you this weekend.”

Then, after a while Mike opened his camera and Emily saw the bandages on his face and some on his shoulders and arms.

“Did you know who did this to you?” she curiously asked.

Mike did not answer and just plastered a smile on his face. He caressed his stubbles and did not look at Emily.

“Yeah and you know exactly who it is,”

Emily furrowed her brows and said, “What?” then she lightly shook her head and continued, “Tell me who that bullshit is!”

Her voice was in a high pitch of tone from her throat, and her fist was tightened pressing her phone while staring at Mike.

“Not important, Emily, I just want to know if you are safe.”

“Mike, please. I’m worried about you,” she pleaded as she knew Mike for years and he would not tell her the situation if she was involved.

“Do I know that person?” he heart pounded in a sudden moment while seeing Mike nodding his head but words were in the cave for him.

Mike was waving his hand and was saying goodbye to Emily.

“Hey! Don’t you dare turn off the phone!”

“Mike!”

Then, she threw her phone on the couch and the annoyance on her face was visible.