“Emerson,” Deirdre whispers. “They are waiting for you.” I frown. Oh shit, that’s right. The police


    are here for me.


    “I got to go, babe. Love you.”


    “What do you want me to cook for dinner?” he asks.


    I notice Marke out of the conference room looking for me. Oh shit.


    “Your  dick.  I  got  to  go.  See  you  at  five.”  I  hang  up  in  a  rush  and  stand  and  make  my  way  to  the


    conference room.


    Knock knock.


    “Come in,” Mark calls.


    I smile nervously at the two gentlemen sitting down while Mark stands. “Emerson, this is Detective


    Trout and Detective Michaels.” These are different officers than I met the other day.


    “Hello.” I shake their hands.


    The taller officer puts his hand out to the chair. “Please, take a seat.”


    “Thank you.” I fall nervously into the chair.


    “We understand that you havee across some suspicious activity in your time here.”


    “Yes.”


    “We have been through the case and it does seem to have a link. You are correct in your findings and


    have done the right thing by reporting it. Mark mentioned you were worried that you hadn’t done the right


    thing.”


    I take a nce at Mark and he smiles reassuringly.


    “Oh, that’s good. The other officers put my mind at ease the other day. I was worried I was imagining


    this whole thing.”


    The taller officer shakes his head. “No. There is a definite link and there are real crimes going on


    here, as well as in other auction houses.”


    I smile nervously.


    “We  will  be  contacting  the  people  who  have  been  robbed  and  getting  statements  and  going  back


    through the cases. We may need to call on you for more information if needed.”


    I nod. “Of course.”


    “In the meantime, I want you to keep an eye on the activity around the office and see if you notice


    anything suspicious.”


    My eyes widen and I look at Mark again.


    “I really don’t think it is an inside job,” Mark replies.


    “Probably not, but we just wanted to personally thank Emerson for her help with the matter.”


    The officer shakes my hand. “Well done, Emerson. Good work.” I smile proudly.


    “Thank you foring.” Mark shakes their hands.


    “Emerson, remember, not a word to anyone or you could jeopardize the whole case.”


    I nod. “Yes, of course. Goodbye.”


    The officers leave and I turn to Mark. “Well done, Emerson. I’m d you came to me. We will catch


    this thief.” He smirks and throws me a conceited wink.


    I smile, relieved. “Thank you.”


    He stands with his hands in his pockets and his eyes hold mine. He’s waiting for me to say something.


    “Mark, I want us to be friends. I’m sorry about the whole star thing. I didn’t mean to meet him.


    Sometimes things are out of our control. Your friendship means a lot to me, though.”


    He smiles his first genuine smile he has given me in weeks. “I would like that too, Em.”


    I point to the door. “I better get back to work.”


    He smiles as he opens the door for me. “Please.”


    I leave the office and I want to jump in the air in excitement. I feel like I have really aplished


    something.


    This is a big week of change in my life.


    The warmth of the fire dances on my face and I struggle to keep my eyes open. It’s unimaginable doingContent held by N?velDrama.Org.


    anything else on a night now.


    He picks me up from our corner at five and we kiss like long lost lovers who are desperate to see


    each other. We go home, drink wine, talk andugh about our day as my Twinkle star cooks us dinner.


    We shower or take a long hot bath together, and then make love in front of the fire on a mattress on the


    bedroom floor.


    I smile. At first the mattress on the floor would annoy star. He would pack it up every day because


    he likes things in order and neat. But I have noticed that for thest two days, he has simply made the bed


    on the floor. It now has its own permanent, soft woolen nkets and plush pillows. I think he loves our


    fire  time  as  much  as  I  do  and  I  can’t  imagine  us  not  doing  this  anymore.  We  are  naked  and  under  the


    nkets. star’s body is spooning me from behind, and his head is hitched up on pillows while his


    hand roams adoringly over my naked body as we bask in our lovemaking afterglow. I smile sleepily as he


    kisses my cheek.


    “I need to buy a wedding dress,” I murmur sleepily.


    “Hmm,” he moans into my neck. “Just wear anything. It doesn’t matter to me. It’s only us.”


    “Does it bother you that it is only going to be us?” I ask.