"Emily? What are you doing here?" I felt uncomfortable when she walked and stood in front of me.
She looked at my computer before having an eye contact with me. "Seems like you're having a good time working with Mr. Parker," she smoothly said with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" I asked for the second time. I believe that her business here is now finished. And also, Mr. Parker doesn't expect a visitor today. She can't enter without my permission.
"Well," she walked towards the other side while brushing the table with her one hand. "I'm here to make your boss believe that he made a wrong decision about choosing you over me."
What? Choosing me over her?
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked with a straight voice. She then sat seductively on my desk and crossed her legs.
"In other words, you took my throne and I want it back." Her voice sounds like she wanted revenge and I don't even know what she's talking about.
I heavily sighed. "You need to go. If you'll keep on saying senseless things, I don't think you have the right to talk to Mr. Parker."
Emily let out a sarcastic laugh. "It's not your decision to make, Olivia. And I'm sure that he also wants to see me." She quickly stood up and paced but before she could enter, I obstructed her way in.
"You can't go." I didn't want to have an argument with her but if she'll act like this, I don't a choice.
"Get out of my way or I'll pull your hair and you'll wish your mom didn't give birth to you," she threatened me. Did she thought that those words can scare me? Pathetic.
"Go ahead, do what you want to do. But I'll just get this one thing straight, once you commit a mistake inside this hotel, you'll never be able to go out without receiving any punishments. And the worse thing that will happen to you is getting convicted by a case called 'trespassing'." Her facial expression changed when she heard those words I said in front of her face.
"Don't you ever try me. You d-don't know what I can do." She was trying so hard to hide her fear.
"You have two options; leave and don't ever come back or stay until the guards will come and get you," I said, still looking at her. Thankfully, we were on the same height so I wouldn't look like I was fighting someone who's not in my own size.
I could hear her breathing heavily, she badly wanted to hurt me, I guess. "We're not finished, Olivia. I'll destroy you," she said, full of anger.
I was inside the pantry, making a cup of coffee for Mr. Parker when I accidentally poured some hot water on my hand. I panicked while wiping it with a table napkin. It turned a bit red and it hurts but still, I can't get myself to focus on it.
It's been two days since Emily went here in the hotel. I've never told anyone about it neither Alice, Elle and Laura, especially, Mr. Parker. I still can't determine if what I did was the right thing or I just made things worse? What if Emily comes back and decides to hurt someone because I triggered her? Two days… in whole two days I've been distracted.
I walked back towards his office and gave him his coffee. He was doing a lot of things in his desk so I decided to put in down the cup away from the papers.
"What happened to your hand?" He asked. Damn, I forgot I burned my hand.
"Nothing, sir." I hid my hand behind my back.
"How bad is it? Let me see." He quickly stood up and tried to reach my hand across his desk but I stepped back. He confusingly looked at me before he heavily sighed. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Mr. Parker. It doesn't hurt-"
"What's wrong with you, Liv? You've been like this for the past two days and you won't tell me why. Did something happen in your house?" He asked curiously and I shook my head to say 'no'. "Then what is it?" I nervously swallowed when he leaned closer to me and placed his hands on the table to support his weight.
"It's not s-something you need t-to worry about, sir," I stuttered.
"You sure about that?" He lowered his voice. "You know I hate it when-"
"When the people who works for you acts very lazy and unfocused," I cut him off. "I'm really sorry, sir."
"I hate it when people don't ask for help when they know that they need it," he corrected me. What did I just say? I just embarrassed myself in front of him.
I quietly looked at him while he was staring at me, waiting for me to say a thing. I can't decide if I should tell him or not because what if what I did was a complete disappointment to him? I can't lose my job.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" He raised a brow. "Perhaps I should make you tell me."