To Color Your Life

"How lovely! Am I bothering you?" a familiar voice spoke maliciously.

Hearing this, Emily instantly yanked her hand out of Denver's and looked ahead in confusion.

The elevator reached the top floor and the doors opened. Who would have thought that another man was waiting for her right behind them, whose appearance was now extremely displeased?

Have you read stories where a husband returns from vacation or work ahead of time and finds his wife with another man?

Emily felt like this wife. She did nothing, but her heart sank somewhere down for a second. This was the first time she had seen Justin so cold, and all that coldness was directed at Denver.

Invisible electrical discharges were coming from Evans. It seemed that you touch the air next to him - and you will be electrocuted.

"Honey, I came to meet you, worried that you might be frightened. But I see you were in company." Justin took a step forward and pulled Emily towards him, pulling her out of the elevator. "Denver," the man smiled, and the smile gave Emily goosebumps.

"Evans," Denver, unlike the boss, wasn't smiling, but his greeting felt the same as the first one.

Emily felt like a deer caught between a lion and a tiger.

"The rumors that you broke your leg did not lie, as I see it," Justin nodded at the crutch the man was holding.

"The rumors that you got yourself a girlfriend did not lie either," Christian smiled at Emily.

Evans put a possessive hand around Hayes's shoulders, pulled her to him, and kissed her temple, "Emily is my fiancee. When we decide on the date of the wedding, we will send you an invitation, right, dear?"

"Huh?" Emily was momentarily lost in what was happening. From the outside it was an ordinary, quite polite, dialogue, but why did she want to run back into the elevator, just not to stand between these two alfa males? Their warlike pheromones were too obvious to ignore.

"Sure. We will be glad if you come, Christian," she smiled embarrassedly. The girl is not yet used to such an open demonstration of her relationship.

But if you manage to build friendly communication with Denver, it's better than a cold war. In the end, he is not the last person in the Pharaoh, and let it be better for Justin to have an ally than an enemy. True, there was clearly a lot of work to do with the last point.

"Wedding… I see," Christian's face changed and seemed to be immediately distant, "Well, congratulations, Miss Hayes," his voice reappeared with a prickly note, "See you at the board meeting, Justin. I hope you prepared well."

"As good as you, Chris."

Denver did not say goodbye and walked away in silence.

"I didn't expect your relationship to progress to the point where you call each other by name," Justin muttered.

Emily sighed, "You know, there was no time for pleasantries. We argued a little, but then we settled everything."

She told the boss about her first meeting with Denver. Justin laughed for a long time when he found out how his girlfriend prevented Christian from getting into Chief Evans' office.

"Has he offended you?" Thunderclouds appeared over the man's head. Oh-ho, it looks like thunder is coming soon!

"No! It was not him!" Emily hurried to calm Evans until he decided to catch up with her "abuser", "I smeared a dozen cupcakes all over his face, so he had a reason to be angry."

"You what!?" The lightning, which was about to flash, went out, and a ray of sun broke through the clouds. "Are you kidding me now?" Justin was surprised.

"Not at all. He came around the corner. I got scared and then...," the girl pointed to her shirt smeared with cream and the gnarled cakes that remained in the container. The list of her shameful situations grew exponentially.

The boss gave Emily a close look, then laughed out loud, "Em, I adore you! You're just something!"

He grabbed her and dug his lips into hers, "When these electricians turned off the lights, I thought you were stuck in this ancient elevator. I did the right thing to hasten them. Just think, smudge Denver's face with cake! He hates sweets! I can imagine his appearance at that moment!"

"He said he didn't need a magazine. And he wants to get your grandfather's shares."

Justin kissed the girl again and ran a hand through her hair, tucking strands behind her ear, "I know. Don't worry about it. I knew about Denver's intentions from the very beginning. This is a little more complicated than you think. But I'll figure it out."

Emily wanted not to worry, but something inside did not allow her to let go of this situation. And how could she now sit idly by when she challenged her main opponent to a duel?

Hayes, what were you thinking? I am a dragon! How on Earth did you come up with this line?! Today is your last working day, remember?!

"All right, let's go. You know, when Catherine heard about the cupcakes from my mom, she totally forgot about all the work duties," Justin took the container from Emily's hands and took her hand in his hand, "Also, this weird lady decided to throw a theme party in your honor. While you went upstairs, they already prepared the wigs and outfits. So get ready for a stormy evening."

Hmm, the last day at work promised to be fun.

"And what is the theme of the party?" she asked. They were walking side by side, holding hands, and Emily felt the warmth from the boss's palm and shoulder.

How could she have thought, when she first crossed the threshold of the Pharaoh, that this place would give her not only warm memories but also a man who she would fall in love with? These memories were worth protecting.

"Ancient Egypt. You will be made Cleopatra," the boss said proudly. "What do you think?"

"Hmm, I like it," she nodded. The Emily of a month ago would have rolled her eyes and run away at the first opportunity.

"That's just…," the girl thought.

"What?"

"I would really need a horse."

"A horse?" Justin wondered, "My love, why does the queen need a horse if she has the whole army?"

The whole army. That's right.

Denver said there is a crowd behind her that she wants to protect. But who said that this is a crowd of chinless weaklings?

"You look like you're up to something big right now," Evans chuckled, noticing how the girl's gaze had changed. Even her gait changed a little. Light and confident, as if wings grew and spread behind her with every step.

"I thought flying a little would be a great idea. Are you with me, boss?" Emily's eyes flashed mischievously.

Those enigmatic lights in her eyes were exactly the same as those he saw in her eyes seven years ago.

Justin stopped, pulled the girl to him, and dug into her mouth.. "You don't even have to doubt it."