Chapter 3 Different worlds

"What!" Emily exclaimed in surprise.

"This wasn't part of what we talked about and—-" Emily started but was interrupted by Olivia.

"I've talked to your boss, and he sees no problem with it,"

"But–"

"The ride is almost here. See you in fifteen minutes." Olivia walked away, leaving Emily in bewilderment.

"Argh!" Emil groaned, shutting the door loudly.

She called up John immediately, and he picked up after the third ring.

"What is this I'm hearing John. This wasn't part of what we talked about. I can't go to his house! I want out of this now!"

. "This isn't part of the job, John. you said it was for half a day, why do I have to go to his house!"

"Just go along with it, Emily. They are paying for overtime. This is an opportunity for us. you can meet more people and get more clients if possible. please, Emily, I'm begging you. Don't ruin this, " John pleaded and persuaded. His small company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he didn't care if he had to be selfish to save it. And also this could be an opportunity for Emily too.

"I'm never taking a job like this again John, this is the last time," Emily agreed, and John had never been so thankful. "Thank you, Emily. I promise to repay you for this. thank you! thank you!" He said excitedly. "Yeah." A deep sigh escaped Emily's mouth as she ended the call. when would she learn to say no to people? she glanced at the time and saw she had only 10 minutes left to be ready. She had learned during the short time that Olivia was sort of a perfectionist. Emily just wanted to go home, take a warm bath, and lie down.

Exactly ten minutes later, a knock was heard on Emily's door. She opened it to reveal Olivia, she was glancing at her watch. "The car is ready," Olivia said and walked away without waiting for Emily. Emily rolled her eyes and went after her.

At least the driver was much more polite, and Emily responded to his greeting readily. "This is what you will be doing. The investors will arrive at five, so you just have to wait till you are called," Olivia explained, and Emily nodded. She wanted to get this over with and go home. She still needed to go see her grandmother the next day, the way things were going her plan may have to change.

Emily turned towards the window and watched as the car moved further away from her city to a place she rarely visited. The place where the rich people of higher status lived. She wasn't poor in any way, and at the same time, she wasn't rich. she had just enough to cater for her and her grandmother. when she was younger, she used to wonder why some people were better off than others, she thought it was unfair that some had more than enough and could spend their money lavishly as they liked. Growing up, she had to live the hard way and now she was almost done with college and was finally able to say she had enough and wasn't poor anymore.

Olivia stared at the young lady who was lost in thoughts. a small smile appeared on her face when she was reminded of herself at that age. She wished she could go back in time and live her life to the fullest instead of working her ass off to get to where she was now. But it was worth it.

They drove for about an hour more, and Emily could no longer see any houses around. Where exactly was his house. As the car began to drive into the Wilson estate, Emily's jaw almost dropped. she was expecting to see a huge mansion, but not this huge. no! This wasn't a mansion. It was castle-like. No wonder he was so arrogant. He saw her as a peasant, and she saw herself as one too now. Emily didn't need anyone to tell her that she didn't belong here. She couldn't wait to tell her mom everything. The car came to a halt at the front of the mansion, and Emily came out with Olivia. She couldn't help but gape at the house. she was awestruck, to be honest. if she wandered into a house like this, she would definitely get lost.

"This house belonged to Mr Wilson's parent, but he doesn't live here. he only comes here on business, " Olivia said to Emily even though she didn't need to know that piece of information. Emily nodded.

Olivia rang the doorbell, and five seconds later, the door was opened by an older-looking man who looked stoic and patrician as hell. He was dressed in what looked like a uniform. "Good evening, Maxwell." Olivia greeted the man, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "Mr Wilson is waiting in his study."

Emily could see the man's eyes scanning her from head to toe. Why did he make her feel more nervous than she already was? if Emily was gaping at the outside of the house now, she was awestruck by the interior of the house. The white ceiling was so high with a chandelier in the middle. most of the house was either white or golden, and everything looked almost antique like a Victorian-era house. She trailed behind Olivia slowly while her eyes scanned the whole hallways. There was a big portrait on the wall, just as the wall was in the middle of the stairs. There was a man and woman with a little boy in their middle. it didn't take Emily long to realise that the little boy was Mr Wilson with his Parents, she assumed he was around seven or eight years old. He had the brightest smile on his face, while his parents had a serious look on, this was in contrast to their son's contagious smile. It was strange to see him have such a bright smile while having a stoic expression now.

They arrived at his study a minute later. Olivia knocked slightly at the door. Before she pushed, it opened slowly. Ethan was seated behind a huge mahogany study table with a file and mackbook in his front. He looked completely engrossed in work and didn't raise his head up to look at them till Olivia cleared her throat. "Mr Wilson, she is here," Olivia said, tilting her head to look at Emily, who looked nervous...