Chapter 178: Not Singing Backup
When it came to the type of relationship that she and Derek normally had. If Emily were to describe it, she would use terms normally used in music. For example, if Derek was the lead singer, then she was the backup singer. If he came up with a tune, then she supplied the beats.
It was always him leading. And whatever it was that he came up with, she made sure to back him up so that they made something that was cohesive. That was the way that things were for them. But in this situation, it seemed that the status quo would have to change. Had Derek really just given her a list of days for when he would be ready to have a good night’s rest and just expected her to go along with it?
Emily looked at him, expecting him to take his words back and say that he was only playing a joke on her. But instead, he continued to look at her seriously. And she realized that she would have to set him straight. "What do you mean I have another thing coming?" He asked. And Emily shrugged. Rather than answering right away, she cut into her duck breast.
The tiny piece of meat cost more than the most expensive pair of shoes she owned. And as Emily took a bite of it, she had to suppress a moan. It was money well spent. The duck breast had earned the right to cost more than shoes. With that thought, she took a second bite. It might have seemed as though she was ignoring Derek.
But it was the exact opposite. In fact, she was trying to find a way to address him without letting her emotions get in the way. For you see, whenever she got angry, Emily had a bit of a temper, and she knew that if she did not let herself work out her stress by chewing the meat as thoroughly as possible.
Then no doubt, the moment that she opened her mouth. Whatever it was that she unleashed on Derek, would not be anything pretty. So she chewed slow, swallowed and then she took a sip of her drink for good measure. Only then did she turn her full attention to Derek.
"Derek, listen to me. I hear you. Trust me, I really do hear you. But I will need more clarification on what exactly you just said. Can you repeat that for me?" He sighed, looking at her as though she were the problem.
"Emily, it is not that hard. I just told you that I will be taking Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays as the days for us to spend the nights together. It works. Think of it. When do we need to be the most alert? We need to be the most alert when we are at work. The corporate world is a jungle. A wild, and ruthless jungle that you and I have been barely able to cling to life in, due to suffering from our respective sleeping problems. But now we have each other, we can sleep four times out of the work week and be able to handle everything that is thrown our way. Those days make the most sense. There is nothing to refuse there. Please see reason," He said, and gave her a look. Silently begging her to understand his point of view. Regretfully, that was not going to happen. Emily put her cutlery down. Clearly, this was going to need all of her attention. "Is there another reason why I should go along with those days?" Derek gave her another disbelieving look. He shrugged.
"Because I’m your boss," He said, and he genuinely seemed to believe that was a good enough reason.
Picking up a napkin, Emily gently wiped at the corners of her mouth. Then she put it down.
It seemed that she would have to do something that she had not been wanting to do. You see, Emily’s temper was a force of nature. When she had been younger, it had gotten her out of many situations, but had also gotten her into them too.