His Little Secret

6. The Package and The Note

Emilia’s eyes were widened as fear was smeared all over her face and her mind clouded with the remembering the embarrassing and horrifying moment when she fell on top of Henry, her boss and the owner of the magazine in which she was a mere intern.

And not only just fell on top of him but in fact, was half naked with her breasts, held together by her bra as she laid on top of him with all the buttons of her shirt torn away.

As she looked down at her chest, horrified and humiliated over what had occurred, she immediately looked up at Henry, preparing herself to get up from him and expecting him to be fuming with anger but instead his eyes were also right where hers were moment ago.

He looked down at her bare chest, looking quite keenly over her rosy skin, with her C cup molds, held up tightly, creating a deepened cleavage, as her bosoms, pressed up against his body, giving his heart that unwavering feeling that he was also unsure of.

He didn’t know if whatever had happened was appropriate or not but he was simply going to give it a good look, which was not even voluntary. He blamed his gendered orientation to be as such, that couldn’t resist, sparing a glance towards those perfect shaped heavy bosoms of Emilia, no matter how much his mind told him that it was wrong of him to do so.

Emilia gasped, her mouth hanging low, as she realized that Henry’s eyes were stuck down at her breasts and she was glad that she had worn a padded bra and the man’s eyes weren’t piercing right over her n*****s, that would’ve been cold otherwise and quite visible.

She pulled herself up from him, wanting to get rid of Henry and sober herself up but just when she lifted herself up, Henry’s hands grasped her back and prohibited her from moving any further away.

The sudden pressure that she felt on her back, made her lose her balance and fall right back on top of Henry.

She felt suffocated and obviously uncomfortable, lying with the buttons of her shirt all open, right, on top of her boss.

While Henry was completely dull and focused with his eyes grasping the view of her exposed bosoms and cleavage, Emilia was still in her right senses, enough to know that she needed to get up from the man and sober herself up.

She pressed more aggressively against the floor, placing a hand on top of Henry that finally startled him, making him realize what he was doing.

He felt shocked and red, as he realized that he was staring mindlessly at the woman’s chest for the past several seconds and she must have gotten an idea what he was onto. This made him act out abruptly, as he wanted to save face and with that, he pushed Emilia off him, making it look like she was the one who was straddling him and holding him down.

Emilia’s mind had just received another big shock but she decided to act past it and let her mind process everything that had just happened, sometime later on, when she would get to ponder on everything that happened to her in the morning.

Henry immediately jumped on top of his feet and Emilia got up from her back, still sitting low on the floor, trying to button back her shirt that was completely unbuttoned.

She grabbed one side of her side but saw that all of her buttons were broken and fallen off her shirt. She didn’t even have any pins in her bag because of course why would she keep any? Since, she was a sweat shirt and baggy jeans wearing girl.

She threw her hands in the air, looking all around her in the elevator, to see if she could find her buttons and run back outside to have them fixed but she couldn’t find any.

Henry stepped ahead towards the door of the elevator, as he heard the doors splitting open but something came in to his heart, as he turned towards Emilia and saw her perched down on the floor, still looking around for her buttons.

Somehow it was his fault.

Alright, all of it was his fault, he tugged her shirt, broke her buttons and pulled her down along with him, making her fall half naked on top of him.

The doors of the elevator began splitting apart as Sam and the technician pulled hard on each time, and inside the elevator, Henry took off his coat and placed it on top of Emilia’s shoulder, who was completely taken aback by his gesture.

She didn’t have much time to react and had just turned to look back towards Henry, who walked up towards the exit and the elevator was only half way through the floor when the doors opened up.

Henry was still half way down the floor and Sam leaned ahead, offering him his hand to take.

Sam and the technician pulled Henry up and helped his stand up straight.

“Oh, there is someone else inside the elevator.” The technician finally noticed Emilia, who was putting on the coat that Henry gave her and buttoning it up from the front, still keeping her back towards everyone else.

Sam craned his neck and looked inside the elevator, where he saw a woman in a baggy coat but the color of the coat matched the color of Henry’s shirt and pants and he wasn’t a bit too much of an i***t to not to know what Henry may have done inside the elevator and noticing the scattered magazines and the spilled coffee on the floor, he was able to reach to the conclusion about what had happened inside the elevator.

“Let the woman sober up.” Henry told the technician and walked ahead, not caring how his words may have landed.

Sam cooed silently, gesturing the technician to listen to Henry and trailed behind his boss, smirking to himself.

As Henry and Sam climbed up the stairs to walk towards Henry’s office, he paused, turning towards Sam, who also halted his footsteps.

“That woman from the meeting last Friday, who ripped her skirt…”

Henry lingered her words, wanting Sam to reach for what he was trying to say, with having to say a lot about Emilia, who was already on her second strike of ripping her clothes in the office building.

“Oh, that intern from the research and writing department? Do you want her to be fired? If so, then let me know the job will be done right away and…”

“NO!” Henry spoke a bit too abruptly, taking Sam by surprise.

“Umm…” henry cleared his throat, once realizing how impetuous he must have sounded, “I…”

He was about to say another word but held himself back, “Never mind.”

With that he continued walking ahead and Sam simply followed him.

As Henry entered his office, clouded with multiple thoughts, just two floors beneath him, by the door of the writer’s office, stood Emilia, who simply groaned, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she stomped her feet inside the department reaching for her seat and slumping down over it, wearing that baggy coat with all eyes glued to her.

She was pretty sure that she must have become a spectacle to everyone and she expected laughter coming her way but all she got was wary looks thrown her way.

She decided not to look up to anyone and opened up her laptop, placing her bag and the magazines that she had in her hands, on the table next to her laptop.

She paused for a moment, noticing the torn and crumpled up papers of the magazines, courtesy to Henry. Had he not stepped on those stupid magazines, Emilia’s shirt would have still been intact and she wouldn’t be wearing that stupid coat that smelled like a spicy mixture of softly burned sandalwood and soft little notes of some zesty bergamot that reminded her of his electrifying blue eyes, that ones she would look into, she would simply get lost in.

There was something just so chilly about the way he looked at her, that sent shivers down her spine.

She had never experienced something so mesmerizing and enthralling in her life but the tap on her desk startled her, pulling her out of her trance and reminding her that she had many important things to focus at for the times being. Things like her career and her job – that she actually hated quite a lot.

She looked up from her desk and saw her manager Stephanie, standing right above her.

“Yes!”

She got up, clearing her throat that felt a little restricted, ever since she had the little mishap in the elevator with Henry.

“Decided to wear something bigger today?” she pointed towards the coat with a gruesome smirk that told Emilia was she Stephanie was onto.

“Ha Ha!” Emilia pretended to laugh her words off, “Yeah, I was being a bit too careful today.”

She shrugged.

“Anyways, I am here to ask you if you read those articles about Pamela McCoy and Gerard Frazier in Variety and People that I told you about? What do you think about them?”

Emilia was startled to find that Stephani just didn’t give her some homework over the weekend that she emailed her about just so she could give Stephani a summary about them, she actually wanted to ask Emilia’s opinion about it and that gave Emilia a sense of responsibility and confidence.

“Well… to begin with, I think that the articles weren’t written by free words. There wasn’t much free play and simply seemed dictated.”

“So, what you are trying to say here?” Stephanie c****d, feeling a bit enticed by Emilia’s words.

“I am trying to say or perhaps imply is that they seemed like the teams of both of the two celebrities had come down to sort out some regular agreement and to put out a common state of interest over the scandal of their s*x tape getting leaked. I think that they both agreed to put out almost the same words in two different magazines and called it ‘horrendous’ and ‘Vile’ even threatening to take legal actions, just like what everyone else says and in the hind sight, once they had given out a boring statement, the scandal, just like many others is going to die down.”

Stephanie gently bobbed her head, taking in everything that Emilia had said.

“So, both the actors may be in involved in the statements and it is not just coming from an open source, just like the two magazines claimed it.”

“No! both of the two actors, who had actually broken up a year before the s*x tape got leaked, actually had a very bad break up. They both had a huge fight at Rihanna’s party…”

“How do you know that?”

“Two friends of mine were catering for her party…” Emilia shrugged.

“Keep on going…”

Stephanie walked towards her desk, knowing that whatever information she was about to get from Emilia was going to be quite long and she should take a seat to let that all come in.

“The two had a very bad break up, fought wherever they would end up seeing one another and from the golden globe footage that I found of them from last year, they were made sure to be seated at the opposite ends of the room, for which Gerard was forced to sit in the Television zone whilst Pamela got to take a seat with the co stars of her movie, in the film area.”

“It must have hurt him and he may have to do something with leaking that s*x tape, on purpose.” Stephanie concluded and Emilia nodded back, happy that she was actually listening to her attentively and open mindedly.

“Yes, but she still agreed to settle things down with him by releasing that statement through Variety.”

“And why would she do that?”

“Because Gerard may be holding something against her? Threatening her to agree with him.”

“Then you need to find out what it is and get to the bottom of this. I am entrusting you with this project and do not submit it to the editor’s office, okay?” Stephanie warned Emilia, who was quite already aware of what had happened to her previously and there was no way she was going to let Marina take credit of her hard work again and she knew that Stephanie could be trusted who would have her work published with credits.

“Will do!”

With that Emilia turned on her seat, with a new sense of enthusiasm and encouragement but stopped when she felt a cool breeze of air hit her face and she halted in her footsteps, as Marina abruptly cut her way off and passed through her, rushing down her office.

“Well, looks like at least today you are wearing full clothes.”

She taunted Emilia, who simply stood back, taking in the insult coming from her senior, something that she was mentally prepared for, even though she wished it would not happen.

Everyone around her snickered and laughed out loud at Marina’s words, which made Emilia feel slightly dejected but she had just gotten a very important task from Stephanie and she was going to focus at it and use her work as a distraction from all the bullying and harrying, just like she always had.

She stepped ahead to reach for her desk but stopped when she heard her name being called out at the front door of the office.

“Package for Emilia Anderson.”

She turned to see the office mail boy calling out her name and holding out a parcel for her.

She felt confused, as she walked up towards the tall black mail boy, who was someone that Emilia was really frank with because his actual name was Frank.

“Frank, I am usually the one to do all the package receiving for others. Are you sure you are not just confused and it is actually for me?” she snickered, signing for the delivery.

“Well sweet cheeks, I was also confused when I saw your name for a package, a very rare sight for us, you see.” He shrugged and Emilia laughed, gently patting his cheeks and made her way back towards her seat.

She touched the package and it looked like a box. She wasn’t expecting anyone inside the office to send her anything, so she simply shrugged and placed the package aside.

She continued working till her office hours ended and picking up her bag, laptop and other magazines that were going to be her friends for the next few days, until she was done working on her article, she got up to leave but stopped when her eyes fell on the package that she had received.

She picked it up, rolling her eyes and realizing who it could be to have sent her.

With that she finally exited her office and sat at the stop, grabbing the first bus that came in and took her all the way from the bustling Minetta street straight through the first stop at Brownsville, bringing her away from all the city hype of the upper east side and down towards Brooklyn.

Emilia jumped out of the bus, waving a hand towards the bus driver, whom she was always polite with and during her morning rides, she always brought him a croissant or something of the sort.

Walking two blocks away from the bus stop and dodging two runaway burglars and three drug addict homeless teenagers who tried to intimidate her, Emilia finally reached for the eight story old rusty building, that was painted in moldy brown shades and taking the steps down towards the underground shop on that very building, she finally entered the pub named, ‘Downside’.

The name was ironic, for its place in the basement and in Brooklyn but also iconic for all the i********: hips and chic audience that made their way towards the pub and crowded the place every second night.

But Emilia wasn’t there to enjoy it, she simply grunted, passing through the suffocating crowd and getting behind the marble counter which was lined up with shot glasses, in which the tall, buffed up bartender showed his marvelous skills, juggling with the drink thermoses and pouring the drinks down in the glasses at once.

Once she was done, showing off his skills and flirting with the customers, he turned to find Emilia standing in front of him. His squinted eyes that fluttered because of a smile suddenly normalized in size and his round cheeks turned back to their regular place, once he saw Emilia right in front of him.

“Nice to see you too Emmy!”

Emilia spat at him bitterly and shoved the parcel in her hands in his hands.

“What is this?” he inquired, placing it down by the cashier.

“Your parcel.” She pointed out and Emmy, simply shrugged.

“I did not order anything at your place…”

Emilia turned to argue but Emmy rose his hand back at her, “Or at your office.”

Emilia took her sweet time, grabbing herself a cold beer and opening it up with her teeth, something that grabbed the attention of a couple of office men sitting across the bar from Emilia.

“Well, looks like you are still grabbing men’s attention, even in that stupid over size court just by showing the things you could do with your mouth.” Emmy pointed out and grabbed the parcel, moving along with Emilia towards the back office of the bar, passing through the kitchen and inventory as well.

“You would be jealous because out of all the things about you that impressed Gab, your mouth was the last thing.” Emilia retorted, making Emmy coo back at her.

“Whoa! Someone in spicy.”

The two entered inside a small office by the corner of the inventory and Emilia finally breathed in relief, placed her bag down on the floor and slumping on one of the two wooden chairs placed by the small table of the cramped up office, which was piled up with files and papers, with a lean man, in glasses sitting behind the desk and going through different files and working on his computer.

“Still not done with the tax returns?” Emmy complained to his fiancé, who shook his head back, focusing entirely on the computer screen.

“Can I help? Please say no!” Emilia chimed in and Gab simply lifted his eyes up at her in disapproval, which was enough to let her know what the man’s answer was going to be.

“So? That time of the year, huh?” Emilia asked to which Gab simply groaned, throwing his head back.

“Please, I do not have the time to talk…”

Just as he said that, the door to his toilet opened up and a tall woman, with almost the same features as Emmy walked out but only with a leaner structure and blonder hair.

“Well, there goes the lunch tacos, I would recommend nobody goes in to the toilet for the next three hours?” she suggested, making everyone wave their hands in front of tehir faces, in order to fight the foul odor that came from the toilets.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you so disgusting?” Emmy complained, walking towards a small cupboard and pulling out an air freshener.

“Well… how was your day, you skirt ripper and ass flasher.” Andy walked up towards Emilia, who shrugged.

“Busy with work and luckily, not having to listen enough to those titles.”

“What happened to the clothes that I gave you and who’s hideous coat is that? Is that a man’s coat? Are you going through some gender problems again?”

Andry complained, placing her hands over her hips, flashing off her bedazzling dress that ended right below her torso, flashing her long legs with protruding confidence.

“Long story, don’t want to talk about it.” Emilia concluded and Andy shook her head, turning back towards the package placed on the table.

“And now what do we have here.”

With that she teared open the package that contained a elongated square box.

She shook the box up to see if it made any noise but it made none.

She simply opened up the lid of the box and felt amazed, as she c****d, raising up an eyebrow.

She then went ahead and grabbed a small note out of the box and read through it, only to gasp out loud, which made her brother Emmy look at her, dropping the collar of his shirt down from his nose, since he was just walking out of the bathroom.

He rushed to her side and grabbed the note out of Andy’s hands, reading through it and mirroring her expressions.

“You slut!”

He called Emilia out, to which she was only bewildered at his snarky comment.

“What?” she shrugged, finishing up her bottle and Emmy simply rushed towards his fiancé, Gab, who was busy in his computer and hesitated to read through the piece of paper that his fiancé was waving at his face.

“Gab! Trust me on this, you need to see this.”

“What?”

He grumbled, grabbing the paper from Emmy and read through it, only to have his eyes bulge out of his sockets.

He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes vigorously, making sure that he read through the note correctly and once he was sure that he wasn’t seeing things, he looked at Emilia with quite the judgmental gaze and noticing that everyone was looking at her with quite the adjudication in their eyes, she got up from her seat and walked towards the parcel on the table.

“What are you guys going off about?” she complained, turning her gaze down towards the box and her eyes almost popped out as she noticed a satin shirt folded and placed inside the box.

Her shirt had just torn away in the morning and somebody had sent her a package of a new shirt and it could only be one person, since it was only that one person who knew about her shirt and the buttons on her shirt ripping apart.

She gulped hard as Emmy passed her back the note and she took it from him, reading through it, with her cheeks turning the darkest shade of red and regretting not opening up the package earlier on her own in her office.

She held the hold and read through it thoroughly, as it read;

Sorry about the shirt! I mean, not literally sorry but etiquette wise sorry. Also, hope you were wearing the red thong from Friday, since it would pair perfectly well with the red bra you wore today – Henry.

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