Chapter 149: Waiting Game
Making decisions was hard. That much Derek knew. He was the CEO of Haven Group after all. He made difficult decisions on a daily basis. Decisions that would have had most people losing their minds in the span of a few hours. He knew what it was, to take into consideration things that most people would not even be thinking of, before he made a choice that would affect the lives of millions of people.
But it seemed that being the decision maker had made Derek blind to another aspect of the decision that could be just as difficult. And that was waiting for somebody else to make a decision on something that concerned you. But he now understood just how horrible waiting could be.
Emily had made him wait, and in the hours that it had taken for him to get from the penthouse and go back to the diner, Derek had been in his own personal hell.
It had hurt. He would not lie. He had spent that time at war with himself, a part of him believing that there was no way, that Emily would refuse his offer. While the other part was certain that she would say no.
He had wanted so badly to just call her, and ask her to tell him directly yes or no. To put him out of his misery. But he had held himself back, and now he had finally managed to make it to the diner.
But once again, Emily was making him wait. But to her credit, she did not seem to be getting any joy out of it. In fact, she seemed to be having as much of a hard time as Derek was. Her mouth opening and closing, no words coming out. When she finally picked up the napkin and wrote something on it.
Derek felt as though his heart was in his throat and he was only a few seconds away from spitting it out. With the awful imagery of his heart splattered across the diner table. Derek grabbed the napkin when she pushed it over, and then he turned it so that he could read what she had written.
It was a simple word, written in her neat script.
And Derek, who was used to reading complex legal terms, still struggled a bit to understand it, his eyes tearing up. Yes, she had written, simple and straight to the point. And Derek was so happy he felt as though he might pass out.
He had held billion-dollar contracts in his hands. In fact, he had drafted and signed billion-dollar contracts, but somehow holding the cheap diner napkin felt otherworldly. Looking at Emily’s neat handwriting on it, Derek felt as though he was holding the most expensive document in the world. Yes, she had said yes. She was coming back, not only to be his PA but also to be the possible cure to his sleeping problem. He looked from the neat lettering to her, then back to the napkin, then back to her again. "Do you mean it?" He asked, still not quite able to make himself believe it, even though he held the proof in his hands. Emily gave him a smile. "Of course I mean it. If I did not, would I have used all of my energy writing it out for you?" She said. A smile that matched his own stretching her face.