Chapter 36: Angry People
Derek Haven was a hardworking man. Emily had seen him push through when a lot of other people would have long given up. A prime example was what they had gone through the night before. The man had fought tooth and nail to make sure that Haven Group was not tanked by his uncle's idiocy. In fact he was still fighting, despite the fact that his exhaustion was clear to see, at least for her, Derek was still pushing forward.
So all in all, Derek Haven was a hard worker...but he was also an uppity prince who had probably never done a single day of physical labour at it was showing. Back in the city, when his butler had been dragging around all of the man's unnecessary luggage, Emily, her simple duffel bag slung over her shoulder, had amused herself with thoughts of Derek struggling with his stuff once they arrived.
As it turned out she should not have been finding it funny, Derek'd never had any intention of carrying his stuff.
Upon their arrival, after a three hour flight that Emily had spent wedged into her seat, a crying baby on one side and an old woman who smelled like a liquor store on the other. Derek, completely at ease was all but floating through the airport, leaving Emily to hobble along behind him as she dragged their luggage behind him. She glared at his back, secretly hoping he would trip and fall, no such thing happened.
For this, his tea would be lukewarm for the entire week. And she would make sure to spill it on him at least once. She knew how much it bothered him whenever he had to change unexpectedly.
"Emily, hurry! We are going to be late. The masses must see me as a benevolent leader in the morning. And for that, I need to get to a hotel and rest," The cold night air hit her face and Emily glared some more. Not only his tea, she would change his autocorrect to write 'Jerk' every time he tried to write his name.
Cheered by his future torture, Emily picked up her pace, following him outside to where the driver was waiting, skilfully dodging people as she dragged the luggage behind her.
Finally reaching the car, she put the bags in the trunk, huffing and puffing, she joined him in the backseat and the car smoothly took off. For a few minutes, there was silence, and Emily took the time to look out the window. The small town that the plant was located in was really quite beautiful. Giant weeping willows, surrounding the road on both sides, the branches swaying gently, the leaves dragging. The light from the street lamps looking like fireflies amongst the leaf shadows.
It really was something, when she turned back to Derek, to see if he was seeing what she was seeing, she found him looking straight at the partition between them and the driver, his eyes far away. His fingers gripping his knee through the leg of his pants so hard, the material was creasing.