Chapter 6

Chapter  6

-“What was all that? Did you just realize that I lost my job and you are the cause of it?”

He keeps driving through the central park.

-“Slow down please. Why are you in such a hurry? Do you have a plane to catch?”

“I’m not driving fast.” Stop looking at me like that, like a freak. I have a bad feeling and can’t explain why.

-“You are driving like crazy and this is worrying me. Besides can you please explain what the hell happened in there?” These last few hours with this man have made me more confused than I have been in the last couple of years.

-“We will talk when we arrive at the club.” Club?

- “Pull over. I need to get out.”

-“You won’t get out. Patience, we will be there in less than 5 minutes”.

We remain silent till we arrive. It merely looks like a club, this place looks like a royal building. Never seen it before.

-“Let’s go. Follow me.” Lord. I follow him as we walk across the building which apparently is a club.  He doesn't talk to me when we climb the stairs and pass across the hall. Shinning floor and paintings hanged on the wall, fine paintings.

-“Where are we going?”

-“You will see.”

He pulls out his wallet and gets a card out. As the door opens I look at the ceiling. From what I’m seeing in here this must be a high society club and I look awful. I have a grey dress and a pair of old flats. My hair is tied up and I am pale from last night’s hangover. Still haven’t recovered.  A lot of things have happened in a short time and my head is spinning like roulette.

-“Sit there.” He points a table near the window.

-“I’ll catch up with some people and be right back to you. Don’t leave.” He stares at me with his cold demanding green eyes.

-“I won’t. Now that you brought me all over here without saying much I have all the time in the world to listen. After all I don’t have to work today.” I smirk and he leaves rolling his eyes and giving me half a smile.

When entered the door everyone were staring at us. He was wearing a suit and I was in an inappropriate dress for this place. But as Jonathan joined some people the attention drew back to him. I sat down and the waiter offered me a glass of champagne. So he drinks champagnes in the afternoon, treating himself like a king. 10 minutes since he left and i try to keep myself busy with the champagne and I hear a familiar voice. Turn my head around and surprise surprise…

-“Hello Emily. What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you before. Are you alone?”

-“Hello professor Thomas. Actually this is my first time here.”  I must have become red and my mouth is dry. Please Jonathan get me out of this awkward situation.

-“Jonathan is good to see you in here.” He is next to me right now. Thank you Hart.

- “Thomas hello, Miss Wright is my guest.” He is surprised. Of course he is. If someone would have told this as a story I would have not believe him.

“We did not have much time to talk about my class and students not that you were curious of, when you came at the presentation that day. But as she is standing right here now, I think you should know Emily is one of my brightest students.” Now I know how professor managed to invite Mr Hart at our class. They attend the same place as a social club. I love what I study and classes have never been really an issue for me. So I have found comfort in my books there is nothing wrong with that. Maybe I’m to overwhelmed by what peace they offer me. Professor’s words make me feel proud of myself which happens very rarely. We are standing still and I feel a bit ashamed in front of these men. I want to leave but Jonathan’s face expression makes it clear I’m going nowhere.  His presence is electrifying to me and it is impossible not to have feelings when he looks into my eyes and speaks firmly every word.

-“See you around Jonathan.”

-“Goodbye Thomas.”

-“Goodbye professor.”  As professor leaves we sit down and I am looking at him. He is beyond charming.  

-“So where were we?” He smiles. Focus Emily, focus. Don’t let him distract you. He is not the financial man I saw in class one month ago, he is the man who makes me shiver. He makes me shiver. The first time I feel this way. I don’t know if it feels right or wrong. I can’t think straight now.

-“How about you start explaining me what went on this afternoon.”

-“I  overreacted that was it.”

-“Overreacted? You made a scene which resulted in the loss of my job. For me neither it wasn't a dream come true to work there but I needed money .It’s plain simple.Overreaction is not clear enough. I need more.”

-“Miss Wright what I saw in there was inadequate for a young lady like you. I made a decision and acted upon it.”

-“It was not your decision. It was mine. Do you hear it? Mine!” I leave the table and start running through the place. I am f*****g mad with this man and shut the front door causing noise. No steps are heard behind me.  Good. I need to get out of here before I lose my control and start shouting. He made a decision for me. How dares he? As much as I find Jonathan dazzling to my emotions still I don’t want to see or even speak to him. This has gone too far. I need to catch my breath and rethink about it all over again. I need to go home.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

Ok, that is funny, slightly. I guess a reader or author may claim that you do not intend to look at a situation with humor and yet there exists a thread of it, a motif; I can relate to it, this scenario a man making a decision for me and then claiming it is my own which can happen, since we do make choices based on our actions and then other people decide the outcome of those actions when voluntary or involuntary, certainly this character is having trouble understanding her feelings, which is sort of sad, but she must feel good about it at the same time, since it is often better to feel something rather than nothing

I like the allusion to roulette which seems like an alluring glamorous activity, though in reality the place and time become a sort of fantasy not having these people in the right place at the right time, not everyone being a night club scene person, if they aren't surrounded by the right people at the right time and feeling approachable or friendly mood having the time for them in a state that one might enjoy it, certainly at this point there is the conflict of job and needing a job which is a theme of life patterning, depending on the notion of job which is difficult to define in a certain way