Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 127: Just a Bossy Mouth

Chapter 127: Just a Bossy Mouth

"The old widow is here!" a woman shouted, turning Emma Hart’s attention to whom her colleagues referred as "the widow," the division manager from the design department she encountered yesterday.

Emma felt a twinge of fear towards the manager, remembering Damien Sterling’s punishment inflicted because of her, and stood there, head bowed, grateful that the widow didn’t address her directly.

Being new, Emma’s daily tasks involved assisting her colleagues with printing.

Approaching the printer with documents in hand, Emma bent down and noticed an "Instruction Manual" sticker on the printer.

It was a clear guide on how to use the printer, detailing the function of each button.

Oddly, she didn’t recall seeing it there yesterday, or had she simply not noticed?

Regardless, it proved incredibly useful, allowing Emma to swiftly complete her printing task.

Walking away with the documents, Emma couldn’t help but look back at the instruction manual, wondering who might have placed it there.

The sound of hurried high heels approached. Emma saw a woman with wavy black hair, wearing high heels and a designer suit, carrying an expensive bag.

However, the contrast between her seemingly elegant demeanor and the fried dough stick and soy milk she held was striking.

This woman, commanding and efficient, caused everyone in the design department to lower their heads upon her arrival.

Emma was drawn to the woman’s unique aura, unable to pinpoint it, but seeing in her face a woman’s confidence and poise.

The woman approached the design department, her finger sweeping in front of her, "Who... will... follow me on this design?"

Emma paused, noticing that no one else spoke up, their faces filled with confusion.

The woman turned, her gaze landing on Emma, pointing at her, "You, come with me!"

Emma was bewildered by the sudden command, "Ah? But I..." she looked down at the documents in her hands.

The woman snatched the printed materials, glanced at them, and said, "What’s this?" After flipping through them, she declared, "These are already printed. Just follow me."

"But... you... I..." Emma Hart was completely flustered by the sudden appearance of this woman.

Which department did she belong to, and who was this woman? Was it even appropriate to follow her according to company policy?

The widow, known for her stern demeanor, emerged behind them.

Catching sight of Emma and the woman together, she scoffed, crossing her arms, "Oh, look who we have here. The Fluttering Butterfly?"

Fluttering Butterfly? Emma glanced at the woman who had summoned her, puzzled by the widow’s nickname for her. What did that mean?

Hearing the widow’s haughty tone, the woman faced her with indifference, her gaze cold, "Yes, that’s right, it’s me, the... widow!"

"You!" The widow, irked by the blunt address, pointed at the woman, but in an attempt to not be outdone, she launched another attack, "Fluttering Butterfly, what now? Moved on from stealing men to stealing newcomers?"

Stealing men?! Emma’s eyes widened in shock at the accusation directed at the so-called Fluttering Butterfly. What was even happening?

"At least I have something to ’steal,’ something to ’pick,’ which is definitely better than some being widowed, right?" Fluttering Butterfly whispered provocatively into the widow’s ear, adding, "And besides, this ’widow’ isn’t even a true one."

With a hearty laugh, Fluttering Butterfly then grabbed the documents from Emma’s hands, tossing them to the woman, and briskly pulled Emma away.

Thus, Emma found herself inexplicably dragged to the parking lot, standing there bewildered, "Fluttering Sister, I..."

"Fluttering Sister?" The woman frowned slightly, then burst into laughter, "You silly girl, can’t you tell that’s a stage name?"

A stage name? It seemed more like a nickname.

True to Emma’s first impression, the woman approached everything with a calm detachment.

Observing Emma’s innocently charming demeanor, the woman got into her car, kicked off her high heels, and continued chatting with Emma, "Alright, now you’re with me. Since I’ve pulled you away, the widow will probably dislike you even more now."

"Yeah." Emma had anticipated this, especially considering the events of the previous day.

"Doesn’t that upset you?" Fluttering Butterfly asked, noting Emma’s composed expression.

"Not at all." Emma spoke truthfully, drawn to the powerful aura surrounding the woman before her.

"Alright, my name is Amelia Davidson, but people call me..."

Emma Hart chimed in, "Fluttering Butterfly."

Amelia laughed lightly, not particularly bothered, "Yes, that’s right. Get in the car."

"Where are we going?" Emma asked, perplexed.

"What, you think I’m going to sell you or something?" Amelia teased.

"How long will we be gone?" Emma inquired.

After a moment, Amelia responded, "We’ll need to stay overnight in City B."

Emma’s mind raced to Damien Sterling’s stern face, imagining his reaction to her spending a night away.

"Do you need to let your boyfriend know?" Amelia prodded.

"No, I don’t have a boyfriend," Emma replied.

Amelia looked at her, surprised, "Oh?"

Emma shyly lowered her head. Damien Sterling probably didn’t count as her boyfriend, right?

Amelia parked in front of a pharmacy, and Emma dialed Damien’s number.

"Hey, I’m going on a business trip with my boss soon."

"A business trip?" Damien sounded serious, realizing Emma was actually leaving, possibly slipping from his control, "That’s not acceptable."

"You agreed to let me work, which means allowing me to do my job normally. How can you say no?" Emma argued.

"Why can’t I?" Damien responded firmly, implying he set the rules.

"If you’re going to be like this, then what’s the point of me working? I just want to do what makes me happy. Your restrictions only make me unhappy. If I get upset, it’ll affect the baby too," Emma used the child to press Damien.

On the other end, Damien, somewhat reluctantly, said, "Send me your location every half hour. If you’re even a minute late, I’ll have someone bring you back from anywhere!"

"Okay, okay, I got it!" Emma hurriedly ended the call, a smile creeping onto her face.

Despite Damien’s domineering tone, his actions essentially gave her permission, and she was satisfied with that.

Emma watched as Amelia quickly returned, tossing her some medication, "Measure it out for me; I need to take it soon."

"Don’t you need hot water with that?" Emma asked.

"No time," Amelia said, pressing the accelerator.

Taking the medication with a swig of cold water, Amelia noticed Emma’s concerned gaze. "Feeling sorry for me? Can’t help it, it’s for the money."

"Why earn so much money?" Emma asked.

Amelia scoffed, "Is there anyone in the world who thinks they have too much money? The things you want can only be bought with money. What money can’t buy, nobody else can give you."

Amelia spoke with a sense of detachment, as if she had seen much of the world.

Emma looked at her, contemplating that perhaps years ago, Amelia was just an innocent girl, her edges smoothed by time, becoming pragmatic, accepting a reality she couldn’t change and a heart that had been hurt.

Time flows like water, quietly leaving its marks on your face.