4Chapter 2
Emily made it home and fell onto the bed, which made a loud thud. She would need her rest so that when her fathers assistant came in the morning she would be able to talk to him and not almost fall over because of the sleep that would consume her.
She took her time getting up because she thought that there might be something wrong, but she was just being paranoid. A knock at the door made her jump and made her redress herself so she would look suitable. Usually guests didn't come at this hour, but when Emily looked at the clock she saw that it was only one o' clock. Her silkened dress was a little ruffled, but she smoothed it out so it wouldn't look like something was wrong because she didn't need someone asking questions about her well being at this point. She opened the door to find a young, but yet handsome man. He had brown silky hair that was the regular cut for a man. The young man was at least six feet tall with features that would make any woman look twice. Emily was so taken aback that the man waved one hand infront of her to get her attention, which did work because she blinked and then spoke very quickly. This made him smile and what a smile he had. "Hello? May I help you?" Emily said softly, but quickly. It caught the gentleman offguard, but he caught himself in time. "Good evening, I am looking for a Miss. Thompson," he said with a polite nod. Emily thought he had a gentle, but yet manly voice, which made her shiver a bit.
"You are?" Emily said in a voice that would make anyone think twice about the gentle father that she was related to. It was rough and full of anger, but this just amused the young man so.
"I am Mr. Thompson's assistant, his daughter is to take over his business and I was wondering if you could direct me to her."
He already knew that the lovely woman standing infront of him was Emily, the daughter of his very gentle boss. The only thought that came to mind was how much she could be suffering and how much he must be bothering her in her time of morning. He was to, so his boss told him, that he would have to comfort Miss. Emily if something should happen to him. Which by the tone of her voice implied that she didn't want anything to do with him. He wanted to look her up and down, but he knew it would be rude to do such a thing, but he averted his gaze for a second to see what other beauties she may have aquired.
"I am her, you must be Sam Graze, my father has told me somethings about you. It is a pleasure to meet you." Emily said with a nod of her head. She knew that she was being very rude and usually she wasn't that way with strangers. He nodded to her claim.
"May I come in out of this glumy wheather?" His thoughts shifted from her to the numbness in his hands. She looked very tired to him and planned to only take a few minutes of her time.
"Oh my I have forgot my manners, please excuse me I'm just not feeling very up to par." Emily opened the door wider so he could come in. After he stepped all the way in she could feel the cold breeze that must of been rough for Mr. Graze to walk in. He walked over to the hearth that sat in the corner of her small cottage and started to warm up. Emily averted her gaze to the window only to find a down pour of snow flakes.
Sam warmed up and as he did out of the corner of his eye he watched as Emily watched him and then look out the window. Her face froze in a way when she looked out the window and then it hardened in a nature that he had seen so many times before. His tounge slipped and he spoke words that he would learn to regret. "You are so much like your father when you make that face." Emily jerked her towards Mr. Graze and gave him an intense stare. "I beg your pardon?" she said simply. "Your father, he would make the same face when he saw snow like now." Emily's intense gaze slipped a little, the mention of her father softened her, but she hardened her expression when she thought he might of seen through her. "You don't know anything about my father," Emily hissed.
"Oh but I do, I have learned alot from him in the five years I've worked for him."
"That does not mean you know him," she said with a hint of anger. Emily walked over to the table that was in the center of the cottage and picked up her tea cup and took a sip.
"I have not come here to get in a quarrel with his daughter over how much I know him, I have simply come to talk about the buisness," he said reaching into his pocket and unfolding a piece of paper.
"What is that?" Emily asked pointing to the piece of paper.
"This is the document to sell the business, I don't think it's the right thing to do, but your father thought you would rather not have the burden upon your shoulders. It would be sold to a stingy and cruel man who would take the jobs away from the workers." Sam said shaking his head when he spoke the words. He hated the man, he knew him since he was a kid, but yet would never give him the time of day.
"Is that so? There aren't any other ways around this? I wouldn't want people who have families have to come home and tell there loved ones that they may starve. No, I can't have that. What can I do?" Sam looked at her intently to see if she was bluffing, but her stern voice and hard look at the paper told him otherwise.
"There some possibilities, but I don't think they would be your cup of tea."
"You don't know me well enough to make that accusation."
"What we coul- I mean what you could do is give me the business to run and you can just be on the sidelines observing..." Sam kept going on, but trailed off because of the look she was giving him.
"What makes you think I can't handle my fathers business, he taught me enough to do anything I pleased. I'm sure it can't be that hard." Emily's head was held high when she spoke those words. She would always see her father as a teacher and a guide to life, maybe more, but she would never have his name stupe any lower.
Sam was amused by her boldness and anger at the thought of people going home to their families empty handly. He had never seen someone so sweet, but yet so bitter.
"Well I could help you and if you work there long enough and find you like it there or are just plain board you may do whatever you please with it."
"I won't get board, it was my fathers company and his legacy shall live on." With that said Emily thought it was about time for Mr. Graze to get going before her temper got harsher and before the snow got worse. She walked towards the door and put her hand on the door knob. Sam seen her do this and walked towards the door. Before he walk out the door he gave her a nod and then said, "I guess I will see you Monday then." He gave her a bright smile and left.
Emily closed the door and then sagged against it. She didn't know what to do with her fathers business and she sure wasn't goning to sell it just because she didn't know what to do. But then she remembered Mr. Graze and how he had said he would help her. Slowly she walked over to the bed, layed down, and fell asleep. Dreaming of memories from the past.
Hey people, I hope like this chappie even tho I didn't get reviews for the first one it's okay b/c i have seen that there is at least a new story everyday so, yeah just R&R!
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