Chapter 42: Rock, Paper...Bed?
If anyone had asked Emily how she thought the night would end at different points during the day, each time her answer would have been different.
If she had been asked during her flight, when the crying baby had been going off. Emily would have said that things would end with her crying too, joining the baby and just letting her frustrations be known.
Had she been asked when she had first seen the angry protesters her answer would have been different too. Back then she would have said things would end with her in hospital, or in the morgue.
But never in her wildest dreams, had she even thought that the end to such a gruelling day, would be her fighting over who got to sleep on the bed with her boss.
"I should get the bed, my back would never forgive me if I slept on the hard floor," Derek said, at some point during the disagreement they had both stood up. He was now looking down at her and she had tilted her head up to be able to look him in the eyes.
"Your back?! What about my back, I was the one lugging all of the heavy things you packed. Imagine what will happen to mine if I sleep on the floor after doing something so labour intensive," He scoffed, gesturing at his bags.
"Labour intensive, please, these barely weigh anything," He said, and Emily wanted to balance the bags on his head, just to see if he would stick by that statement.
"Fine, if you do not want to see reason, then let us settle this...old school," She told him, which kick-started a very tense standoff.
"The game is three rounds, best two out of three wins. The winner gets the bed and the loser goes quietly and sleeps on the floor, no complaining. Agreed?" He nodded, and they sized each other up, slowly getting into position, a fisted hand going over an open palm.