"Emily, come here." The manager suddenly called out to her.
Emily felt like something exploded in her brain the moment she heard him pronounce her name. What did the manager call her for? Could it be he was going to fire her in public?
Although she had always been working with the most meticulous care and had a good performance, no one would want to offend the richest man in the City because of her.
"Emily, the manager is calling you. Go." Joyce prodded to remind her.
Emily pursed her lips with her face pale, and her body trembled slightly, but she still walked over step by step.
"Manager, you call me?" Emily asked quietly in her trembling voice.
The manager smiled and said, "Emily, you're very lucky today. Mr. Brent wants you to show him around. Be smart and don't make Mr. Brent unhappy."
"Yes?" Emily raised her head and looked at the manager in a daze.
The manager frowned slightly, wondering why this girl who had always been smart looked silly today.
Before she could protest, he reached out and pulled her to Franklin's side, handing her over to Franklin.
"Miss Johnson, show me the house please." Franklin said slowly.
He was still expressionless as if he didn't know Emily at all and they met for the very first time.
Emily couldn't figure it out, but her work ethic calmed her down immediately.
After saying "please" to Franklin, she took Franklin to the model house.
Everybody else in the hall shot her an envious glare. Actually, none of them knew Franklin, but they would be willing to guide such a good-looking man even if he was penniless.
The model house was still a little away from the sales office, so they took the car, or more exactly a two-row golf cart.
Emily invited Franklin to sit in the first row and immediately went to the second row to avoid sitting next to him.
"Where should my bodyguards sit if you sit in the back?" Franklin teased her. Obviously, he knew her plan.
Emily was taken aback. It was not until then did she saw two bodyguards standing next to the back row and looking at her.
She had thought it was only two of them, so she chose a cart that could only fit four people. Who would have thought that Franklin's driver would come together?
It was obviously impossible to ask Franklin to get out of the cart or change it to a bigger one.
Emily said weakly, "Mr. Brent, how about ... let one of them join you in the front row?"
Franklin didn't say a word. He's not pleased. Emily can felt it, although she could only see the back of his head.
Without choice, she got out of the cart and sat in the front row.
She tried to sit at the edge of another side away from Franklin. There was enough space for another man to sit between them. This made her feel safe. However, she didn't expect Franklin to come closer and sit right next to her.  
"Ah." When the two of them touched, Emily cringed.
Franklin glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing." Emily shook her head out of instinct and blushed.
Franklin curled his lips slightly and said nothing more. He looked ahead expressionlessly.
Emily was wearing a business suit with the edge of her short black skirt above her knees. Sitting like this, more than half of her bare legs were exposed.
Her soft and fair skin glowed, like delicate porcelain without pores. 
But she had nowhere to hide. She could only lower her head to cover up her nervousness, praying in her heart that the cart would get to the model house soon.
Usually, it takes only a few minutes, but it feels like months or even years with Franklin beside.
The cart bumped along uneven roads, especially when it turned at corners. The occasional touch made Emily's cheeks blushing more and more. The fractured memories of that night once again came back, vivid and magnified.