~Written by: Charlotte M~
Chapter 3: His burning rage
**** Rochester company ****
**** First floor ****
🗣️Yes, Boss. We apologize to Ms Campbell.
The employees immediately said in fear.
“And you?! Why didn’t you say anything?!” Francisco snapped at the all too quite Emily who looked as though the entire situation had nothing to do with her.
“I…I…” She couldn’t make up a full sentence looking at his ice cold blue eyes.
“Speak!” He says softening his voice slightly.
“I didn’t find it necessary to bark with dogs.” Emily said.
“What?” Francisco was stunned.
“If a dog barked at you? Will you bark back?” She asked.
“No.” He said.
“Then why should I?” Emily asked in a soft tone looking at his increasingly icy eyes.
The employees were stunned speechless.
So earlier it was not that she couldn’t respond it was that?!
She found it beneath her to argue with them!
Francisco pursed his lips tight as he grabbed her by the hand and stomped towards the garage.
**** Inside the car ****
Emily sat quietly at her corner away from the angry man besides her.
She was bothered by his rage so she Googled.
“How to make someone happy?”
Several suggestions such as hugging the person kissing them and apologizing.
Emily threw herself in his arms for a hug then gave him a peck on the lips before she said.
“I am sorry.” Emily said staring at his eyes trying to find out if it worked.
Francisco was stunned speechless.
When he finally regained his senses he held her tiny fragile waist in his hands and kissed her forehead with a small frown.
“Is this how you apologize to everyone?” He asked.
Emily frowned as she showed him her phone and the search results with blank marks on her face.
Francisco chuckled and kisses her forehead again.
He took his hands inside her black sweater and pinched the jade white procelain doll skin under the baggie shirt.
“Don’t let anyone do this to you except me okay?” Francisco said.
Emily nodded obediently trying to wiggle her waist out of his hands.
The pinching was turning her thin waist blood red in color.
“Hurt.” She said feeling as though she had spoken too much already.
“Stay still. I won’t hurt you anymore I promise.” He said raising her baggie shirt up to look at her extremely thin waist it was so delicate that one pinch caused his baby pain.
“You need to eat. Your so thin ” Francisco frowned as he rubbed his hands on her stomach.
Emily frowned as she looked at him.
“Don’t worry I’ll feed you well. Are you a picky eater?” Francisco asked.
Emily shook her head with a low grunt.
“Then it’s easier to raise you.” Francisco said like a mother as he looked at her thin stomach.
“Fully grown woman.” Emily says her frown growing.
Francisco chuckled looking at her childish antics.
“Yes, you are. But you’ll go back to being a kid if you don’t eat.” Francisco said as he pinched her nose.
The entire road towards the meeting place.
Emily sat on Francisco’s lap. She had even fallen asleep in his arms during the hour ride.
“Little monster.” He smiled kissing a red lips as he cradled her in his arms like a baby.
**** An hour later ****
**** A restaurant ****
Emily had woken up as soon as the car came to a stop.
Francisco walked in front while she lazily followed behind him.
Francisco had just learned something. His baby wasn’t really very patient after waking up.
Although she still walked calm and composed.
One could see the slight impatience in her eyes.
Francisco suddenly pulled her arm as he kissed her forehead.
Emily looked at him in confusion.
He then grabbed her chin and kissed her there.
The impatience on her face completely disappeared now replaced by confusion.
Did he just apologize? She thought referring it to the earlier apology kiss.
“Why apologize?” She asked.
Francisco glanced at her in total confusion then when remembered the kiss in the car he bent down and kissed her on the lips before raising her head and saying.
“Because your grumpy.” He smiled and turned walking in front of her.
**** Private room ****
Emily and Francisco sat opposite a middle aged man as they ate.
Emily had only ordered a sandwich. But Francisco added a chicken dish, milk and a salad.
The two man are a plate full of meat in it.
“Mr Rochester I was wondering of what you think of the hotel’s plan.” The man said.
Francisco glanced at Emily who efficiently took out a file and flipped it open.
“Read.” Francisco said. ” And say what you think was made wrong.”
Francisco was sort of teaching Emily business.
But this was a very important file.
Emily hesitated a bit before reading the file in her head then writing down the flaws.
The middle aged man’s lips twitched as she wrote three full pages quickly and handed it to Francisco.
Wasn’t it enough that an old man like her worked for a kid like Francisco?
Now another kid came along and was supposed to help him see the flaws on the project?
Francisco’s eyes skimmed the three pages quickly and when he looked at the little monster besides him it was with terror.
The girl had taken out both eternal and external problems of the plan.
She had practically taken out the problems then wrote the solution.
Solutions even he couldn’t think of.
“You missed one.” He said with a light beam.
“?” Emily looked at him in confusion.
“The construction site is not a very clean. And has a lack of water.” Francisco said.
He smirked because this only proved that his little girl knew nothing of the outside world.
Her skin was as soft as tofu. He had felt it in the car.
Her big eyes really didn’t feel anything human.
No wonder she lets him kiss her and do all of that.
It was because didn’t understand the intimacy behind the actions.
She didn’t understand human nature.
Just how much had her parents protected her since young?
She looked so delicate as though just one touch could break her.
“Cute ” he mumbled to only his hearing.
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