"Emily, come on! We're going to be late," my mom cried. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes it's hard to believe we're related. She got rich by marrying my father. And she thinks that's all that matters. Being rich, I mean. But she's wrong. I run downstairs and stood before my mother. She was judging my outfit. I was wearing basic ripped jeans and black t-shirt. She was wearing a red dress what fit her perfectly. She sighed disappointed and we headed out. We walked to the house across the street. Actually, it's not house. Non of these buildings are houses. They are mansons.
My mom knocked on the door and a older women came to open the door. She smiled and let us in.
"Mr and Mrs are going to be down in a bit. You can wait here," she left us in the living room. I looked around. This didn't look much different than ours. Mom always dragges me into these things. She works for a big company what does who knows what. She will always take me in their clients home and complains how it is to live with a daughter with me. They take pity on her and send me glares that could kill.
"These clients are important for us, so don't ruin it," mom said glaring at me. I rolled my eyes. We both heared steps coming towards us. Mom turned around and faced women and men around 40s and a teenage boy. They all were smiled. They have no idea what's gonna happen in next few months. A hell.
"I'm sorry you had to wait. Harry couldn't hurry up. Oh, is this Emily," a women asked.ˇ
"Hello, nice to meet you," I shaked her hand. She smiled at me and invited us to the dinner table. We all sat down. They started to talk about the business and I zoned out. I want to tell them that's not good idea to trust my mom and her company but last time I did that, it didn't end well. For me. They started to serve the food.
"So Emily, what do you think of your mothers work? I imagine you're very proud of her," the woman asked me.
"I hate her work," I said. Mom gave me a stern look.
Emily, they look like a very good humans. You have to tell them.
"Why is that?" she asked me. Here goes nothing.
"She takes everything from people. Good people. And she plannes to do the same with your house. She doesn't care. She just destroys. I don't expect you to believe me. Either way, I will regret telling you this tomorrow." I said.
I saw a worry wash all over their faces. My moms face was red with anger.
"She's lying. Just another prank. She always does this," mom explained. LIES!!
I looked at that friendly family. They are not believing me.
"Just do me a favor and read the contract carefully." I said standing up and leaving the house.
It's gonna be a hell tomorrow.
