Emily's point of view:
Three years ago...
Life is not fair, it never was and it will never be. This is what I think about whenever I wake up, each and every day...
Like every other morning, I woke up this morning when it was still dark. Funny .. isn't it? I mean, I don't remember when was the last time I enjoyed living my life as it should be. All I've been about lately was to work and work, then spend my day off sleeping. And for what? Only to afford to be alive.
I mean, I spent my entire day inside of the coffee shop working as hard as I could since I don't want to lose the only money source I'm having. I'm not smart, nor talented nor even educated. The only good thing about me is my face, which was also a stroke of bad luck for me.
My father abandons me because of my face. He used to say that he can't afford to look at me since I remind him of my mother, which caused him to abandon me at a very young age.
Not wanting to waste more time while cursing my luck, I decided to take a morning shower. I picked a medium-length blue jean dress. Put on some light makeup, fixed my hair into a mixed bun; then went out after faking a smile.
A girl at my age should've been enjoying life, while self-developing into universities, making friendships, enjoying the golden age. Not being sucked in and rooting in a coffee shop for my entire life, where even the least human rights are nonexistent.
Of course, I wanted to have an educational level, to have friends, to have family, to have life - but humans are not always meant to have anything they want.
That's what life taught me in a hard way, and it all started when I lost my mother. I do remember it all as if it just happened yesterday, even when I try to try to erase that day out of my life - it keeps on haunting me whenever I go.
I still remember how mad my father was, and how broke my mother was. I still remember when...
Before that, the image of that day reformed in my mind and ruined my entire day. I shake my head, throwing it all away while trying to think about something else.
Sick of my luck and life, I was when I reached the 'King Mug Cafe' coffee shop. It was indeed a high-class quality coffee shop that only high-class people could afford. But they never pay their employees as well as they serve clients.
When I reached the coffee shop, I changed into the uniform then joined my co-workers, then I stood on my spot checking on the weekly requests we're still waiting for - while waiting for the first client to come, though I doubt if anyone would come here this early, it never happens.
Yet, it's one of the most important rules to have our shop open three hours before other shops do, which is a bit tiring. I mean, everything here is too tiring, starting from getting a job.
To get a job here, you need to have a vocational education and training (VET) qualification; especially in areas such as hospitality - which are very important here.
Well, I never thought that anyone needs a formal qualification to prepare coffee, neither to clean nor wash dishes. Not until I met Mr. Moretti.
Anyway... When I first came into New York City, I was a broke girl - not that I'm any better by now. Still, I can afford my food and a small apartment to live in - compared to that time.
At that time, I found out about this coffee shop in the newspaper. Due to the high standards and low salaries, not many applied for the job which was applying to my advantage.
The lack of employees adds to my pretty innocent face that brought pity into the old Mr. Moretti's heart, and was able to cover for the lack of experience and qualifications I'm having. From a trainer to a barista to a manager's assistant - this was my entire career for the last two years at the 'King Mug Cafe' coffee shop.
He was an old, lovely Italian - but greedy man that used to be my boss. The whole job wasn't totally bad when he was bossing, unlike when his daughter Lucia decided on showing up, then took control after her father. They're both greedy for money, yet the father has manners compared to his daughter. She kind of hates me, and I can't blame her.
My entire story with her started a year before she showed up, exactly the day I started working here. Mr. Moretti introduced me to a guy named James who was known as the manager of the coffee shop. Of course, training newbies was one of his duties.
He was a good-looking guy with a charming personality. Little did I know about how Charmant he was... After spending most of our time around each other, we ended up - I mean; I ended up having feelings for him.
Don't blame and don't hate on me, I never wanted to be played by a guy, nor to be used by him. He was a caring, sweet, handsome, and gentleman - never thought even for a second that it was all an act, and I was dumb to believe his acts.
His true color showed up after that Lucia came...
She was also caught by his chocolate brown delicious eyes, his tan skin, and that blond hair over his head. Knowing that I was his girlfriend, she made me her favorite target.
Of course, the dump me, expected that James would stand for me, have my back, be my shining armor knight.
I just can't stop laughing at myself whenever I think about how dumb I was thinking that way.
He did the obvious, not what I expected. He cut each and every contact he had with me, threw me out of his life like I mean nothing, then swift to the winning era - Lucia.
Though my heart still beats for him, my mind has learned the lesson. I have to love myself before loving anyone else, and I'll guarantee a good life to myself no matter what it costs me.
Well, it seems that my time has come, and the man I'm waiting for to change my life has just stepped inside of the shop......
Emily's point of view: Well, it seems that my time has come, and the man I'm waiting for to change my life has just stepped inside of the shop...... He was a piece of art created by God. His well-built body, full of muscles that were everything my eyes asked for. Blond, short hair, green forest eyes, and red cherry lips - they were all placed in a very artistic way on his v shape face. He was wearing black jeans that matched his white t-shirt. The t-shirt he was wearing shows most of his perfect abs along with the tattoos on his arms, which make it hyper hard not to be lost in his charm. He also seemed to be a very important person since he had two mighty bodyguards running after him, also for that Lucia herself went out of her office to greet him. " Mr. Night! It's a pleasure to..." Before she was able to finish what she was saying, the so-called Mr. Night interrupted her as he said. " I'm not here to have any sort of chit-chat, especially with you. I'm here to remind you about
Emily's point of view: The next thing to happen was that he led me to one of the seats, as he was helping me to sit like a gentleman. The whole scene got my heart shaking, as that karma was finally on my side. Yet, I started doubting the reasons he was treating me that way. I mean, the man who was threatening Lucia has nothing to do with the gentleman in front of me. ............... " What's your name?" He asked, and I answered right away, since the last thing I want is to piece him off. " Emily... My name is Emily!" " Mine is Daniel ... Daniel Knight!" He answered a question that I didn't ask. " Pleased to know ... Mr, knight!" This was all I could come up with since I didn't know what to say. " Please, just call me Daniel Emily!" He said and I only nodded my head. " So tell me where are you from?" He asked, and I got a bit curious about his aim. So, I answered him with another question. " What do you care for?" I expected him to get angry at my attitude, especially that he
Emily's point of view: It might seem a bit stupid to follow a stranger... Believe me, after what happened here this morning. It's way safer for me to follow Daniel than to keep up with Lucia. ............. I followed the so-called Daniel to his BMW black mat car, not that I did have any other choice. Then I noticed that he sent off the guy that was supposed to be the driver I guess, which was a bit of an abnormal act. I stood still, not wanting to move any further. Meanwhile, Daniel was heading toward the driver's seat. As he settled himself, he came to notice that I wasn't following anymore. " Waiting for an invitation? Or do you want me to open the door for you?" It wasn't a question more than it was an irony in itself. I rolled my eyes at that sort of behavior. This man has a real sort of issue, once he's a gentleman and in another, he has nothing to do with the word 'gentleman'. " All I want is to know where do you want me to go with you? Otherwise, I can't go with someone
Emily's point of view: The old lady's name turned out to be Violetta, she's one of the few people that know Daniel closely. Of course from the day he introduced me to her, he never showed up. I was informed that I have to visit the lady each day from morning till afternoon, this whole month. When this month is over, Daniel will come to check my progress. Well, since I lost my job Daniele decided on sending me some money. This was all I was informed about from Violetta before I checked on my bank account to discover that 100 000 dollars were added to my account. This is more than even what I want to earn in the whole year. Neither Violetta nor I know the reason why I was receiving such treatment from Daniel, nor the reason why he wanted her to fix me so that I'll look like one of these high-level ladies asking her. So far, I'm only following rules which is something I'm used to. Of course, I like it here better than when I was working with Lucia. I mean, the only thing I'm doing
Daniel's point of view: I can't believe that I've finally found her, even when I wasn't looking for her - she was lacking a piece of my unfinished game. She was always the solution to all of my problems, even when I never thought about her. I can't notice the fact that she doesn't seem able to recognize or remember who I am - which sort of serves my needs. That also helps me to confirm that she will probably not be able to remember Ethan either. She was quite young when they left, about eight-nine years old. The reason why she can't remember who we are. I mean, even at her mother's funeral, we kept watching her from afar, but none of us dared to speak to her. Back then, I didn't care about speaking to her - but since it was Ethan's orders; I was forced to follow. For sure, you would be asking who's that Emily girl I'm talking about. That's an old story to tell, yet I'm in the mood to talk... Emily Carter was our neighbors' daughter. Though Ethan and Ethan were the same age, she
Emily's point of view:It was already a whole month, I can't totally recognize myself. The way I talk, walk, speak, dress up, and even eat - isn't the same anymore.It's kind of reminds me of who I was in a while - in a long time while. It's a life that I hate to think about since I believe it's not going to be back ever again. All I know now is that I have no one but myself, and if I want to survive, I need to be a fighter.Today actually I was a day off from Violette's lessons, so I decided to spend the day only at home. Not that I've had any other choice. I don't have friends, and I never had one. When we moved from I used to actually think that someone was my friend when I was young. The truth is that he never was. I've tried to reach him several times when I was young, but his family never agreed to let me in - they quietly believe that I'm not at their level. The thing that hurt me the most was that all these years, and he never trie
Emily's point of view:After the rain, there is a rainbow...Well, the rain that rained on my life brought nothing but a storm. A storm that destroyed everything I used to have. By running away, I thought that I was safe from this storm.Not until a drop from that followed me to where I was hiding. Daniel, the kid in the picture is the same Daniel Kight in front of my sight.He wasn't looking the same as what I do remember. Of course, when I left he was a boy - now he's a man.I gather all sorts of power I'm having, then I stand to face the devil that standing before of my sight before I pushed him away." What do you want?" I asked him while looking deep into his eyes, and he simply says without breaking his eye contact with me." I'm here as an old friend, to help you..." I didn't wait for him to finish what he was saying before I snapped at him." You and friend are to words that I can't accept u
Emily's point of view:The present timePreviously from the first chapter." I don't care about what she has done or was about to do, all I care about is what you're here for." After he was done speaking, I only nod my head, not beating to add anything else since I know that everything I would say would only get him mad." The interview would mean nothing. I've already arranged for you to be accepted. All you have to do is to make sure not to get kicked out. This would be our last and only interaction together in here. Make sure you don't get yourself into trouble..."This was all he says before the elevator's door was opened.............I followed to where he was going until we reached one office, then wi