Chapter 24

6:11PM. 3B, Vincent Crescent. Connecticut.

"Fill me in. How'd it go? You alright?"

Emma didn't know which of the questions to give a reply to. All she knew was that the manager seated before her was way too curious and very concerned about her.

"I was very worried. Had no choice than to drive by."

The manager added. He was a little bit wet. His suit had been pecked on several ends by the anxious lips of the rain.

Emma had been lucky to had left Eric's place early even though things didn't work out well.

None of them had an idea that the rain would come. Twas kinda a surprise. Such surprises only sick nature could throw.

"You didn't really have to come, Sir."

She said, handing him a towel as she returned to the chair opposite that which the manager was seated on.

Her sitting room seemed nice. Few sofas and a mini dining hall. Few chandeliers were hanging down from several ends but there were many arts and paintings on the wall.

She was living on a rent but was saving up to buy the house. Lucky her, the owner of the house wanted to sell it off.

Twas a nice three bedrooms flat. Twas quite huge for her but when she did get married, things would fit in well.

"Don't kill me with curiosity."

The manager said again. She didn't know what to start with. Thinking of it alone was embarrassing let alone making it into words.

She kinda found an escape route,

"Have your tea, sir."

She tried her luck. The manager seemed to had bitten the trick but he said,

"Quit the "sir" formalities. Just Hult. I won't bite"

He chuckled as he picked up the cup of coffee and took a swig.

She nodded though she wasn't supportive of it. But she was glad that the trick worked somehow.

"You don't wanna talk about it?"

The manager shot. She seemed rather shocked but she was glad that he understood her stance.

She felt really bad for not wanting to tell him. He had come all the way from the office to her home to hear about it and she would send him away with a stark silence or blunt no?

Pretty unfair to herself. She wouldn't take it and wouldn't do it.

"It's somewhat embarrassing."

She started. She was hoping that she would have the courage to push it out.

"He was just staring all along and then from nowhere, stood up and began to --"

She paused, looked away then at Hult again,

"Sorry, I can't."

She muttered and dropped her head. Hult stood up from where he was and went to seat next to her.

"I'm sorry. I have no idea what he did but ever since what he did back at the office, I knew he needed a therapist."

He paused and said,

"Come here."

He dragged his butt closer to her as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He began to stroke her head.

"We should get him one. "

He muttered, she shook her head.

Then soon, his hand began to go down her shoulder to her side till it got to her waist. He began to caress her.

She had almost forgotten herself. She snapped back to reality and fought herself free.

She didn't know what to think. She walked straight to the door and opened.

Hult, ashamed and rather smothered, stood up and walked to the door.

"Didn't know what I was thinking."

He said but she wasn't listening. She threw her face sideways. He walked out.

She slammed the door and leaned on it, pressing her back to it as she went down.

Why were all of them like that? Was she that bad?