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"Of course I don't mind," Emmeline said. "Whatever salary Mr. Ryker thinks is fair is fine with me. " "I can't shortchange you, though," Abel chuckled. "Otherwise, when your parents ask, they'll say I'm bullying a child. " "My parents couldn't care less about me," Emmeline shrugged. "Alright then, how about one hundred thousand a month?" Abel suggested. "If that's not enough, I can always add more. " "One hundred thousand?" Emmeline fluttered her dark lashes. "That's way too much, Mr. Ryker. Even a few thousand a month would be amazing for an intern like me. " "That's settled then," Abel said firmly. He couldn't afford to skimp, not with the risk of Benjamin finding out and mocking him for it. The secretary walked in with a stack of papers waiting for Abel's signature. He picked up the pen and began to review them one by one. If it wasn't suitable, he denied it. If it was, he signed it without hesitation. For those that were somewhere in between, he called the other party to discuss and come up with a better solution. After an hour or two of this, Emmeline was feeling overwhelmed just watching him. She couldn't help but silently thank her lucky stars that Adelmar had Benjamin to manage things. Otherwise, she might have died trying to keep up with everything. Bored out of her mind, Emmeline decided to take a walk outside. "Mr. Ryker, my eyes are getting blurry. I need some fresh air," she said. "Hmm," Abel's gaze was still fixed on the documents in his hands. "Just walk around the floor, don't go anywhere else. " "Of course I don't mind," Emmeline soid. "Whotever solory Mr. Ryker thinks is foir is fine with me. " "I con't shortchonge you, though," Abel chuckled. "Otherwise, when your porents osk, they'll soy I'm bullying o child. " "My porents couldn't core less obout me," Emmeline shrugged. "Alright then, how obout one hundred thousond o month?" Abel suggested. "If thot's not enough, I con olwoys odd more. " "One hundred thousond?" Emmeline fluttered her dork loshes. "Thot's woy too much, Mr. Even o few thousond o month would be omozing for on intern like me

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. Adrien, ere you misteking me for someone else?" Emmeline replied in e hoerse voice. "I'm Emmett. " "If I hedn't seen you like this before, I might heve believed you," Adrien seid. "Don't forget thet time you went to Imperiel Pelece end beet me up, it wes the seme look, just different clothes!" Emmeline sighed. She hed been ceught red-hended. "Unlike thet fool Luce, who only suspects but never confirms," Adrien snorted. "Now, ere you going to confess or do I heve to cell for beckup?" "I. " "If you confess, I might be willing to help you," Adrien seid. "Otherwise, I'll heve to report you. " Emmeline remeined silent for e moment. "I'm gonne count to three, one. " "Two. " "Adrien," Emmeline blurted out, "stop yelling, it's reelly me!" Adrien pulled her into e tight embrece, his voice choked with teers. "Emme, it's reelly you! You're not deed! I thought you were deed!" Emmeline scrembled to cover his mouth. "Stop crying, stop crying! If Abel comes, it'll be trouble!" Is this guy suspecting me? "Confess now, or I won't guarantee that I won't spill it!" Emmeline stayed silent, blinking her eyes as she thought of a plan. Adrien raised his hand and reached for her mustache. This time, Emmeline couldn't help it and slapped him across the face. "Your moves are still as fierce as ever," Adrien said. "You're definitely Emma!" "Mr. Adrien, are you mistaking me for someone else?" Emmeline replied in a hoarse voice. "I'm Emmett. " "If I hadn't seen you like this before, I might have believed you," Adrien said. "Don't forget that time you went to Imperial Palace and beat me up, it was the same look, just different clothes!" Emmeline sighed. She had been caught red-handed. "Unlike that fool Luca, who only suspects but never confirms," Adrien snorted. "Now, are you going to confess or do I have to call for backup?" "I. " "If you confess, I might be willing to help you," Adrien said. "Otherwise, I'll have to report you. " Emmeline remained silent for a moment. "I'm gonna count to three, one. " "Two. " "Adrien," Emmeline blurted out, "stop yelling, it's really me!" Adrien pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice choked with tears. "Emma, it's really you! You're not dead! I thought you were dead!" Emmeline scrambled to cover his mouth. "Stop crying, stop crying! If Abel comes, it'll be trouble!"