LOGINTHE RULE BOOK
“You’re joking,” Emma said, calmer this time, though disbelief still rang clearly in her voice. Jerry leaned back in his chair and smirked, the kind of smirk that instantly irritated her. Without saying a word, he reached for the landline telephone on his desk and dialed a number. Emma frowned. What exactly was he trying to prove now? After two rings, someone picked up. “Hello sir, what can I help you with?” Lucy’s voice came from the other end. “Lucy, come to my office. Now.” Lucy paused. For a brief second, her heart skipped. Was something wrong? Were they about to sack her? She quickly shook the thought away and forced herself to answer. “Right away, sir.” Jerry hung up the call and placed the phone back down slowly, all while keeping that infuriating calm expression on his face. Emma folded her arms. “Why did you call her?” Jerry glanced at her. “You’ll see.” Emma frowned harder. She hated that answer. And she hated how calm he looked. It made her feel like she was the only one losing control here. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” Jerry said. Lucy stepped inside carefully. She looked nervous. Very nervous. Jerry folded his hands on the desk and stared at her. “Lucy, you are in charge of employee salaries and all financial transactions in this company, correct?” Lucy blinked. “Ye... yes sir.” She didn’t understand where this was going. Was he testing her? Was she in trouble? Jerry’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You sound uncertain.” Lucy straightened. “Yes sir, I handle those records.” “Good.” Jerry turned his chair slightly toward Emma. “I need you to deduct five dollars from Miss Jones’ salary for violating company rules.” Emma rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. Lucy looked at Emma, then back at Jerry. “Five dollars, sir?” “Yes.” Lucy nodded. “Yes sir.” Emma scoffed. “This is ridiculous.” Jerry raised a brow. “Would you like me to make it ten?” Emma shut her mouth immediately. Lucy almost smiled. She couldn’t help it. Seeing Emma finally go silent felt like a miracle. Jerry continued. “And hand Miss Jones the company rule book.” Emma blinked. “There’s a rule book?” Jerry looked unimpressed. “Of course there is.” Emma muttered under her breath. “Sorry, but I’m not a fan of books.” Jerry’s expression darkened. Lucy reacted instantly. Before Jerry could respond, Lucy grabbed Emma by the wrist. “Alright sir, I’ll handle it,” Lucy said quickly before dragging Emma out of the office. The moment the office door shut behind them, Emma pulled her hand away. “Why did you drag me like that?” Lucy turned and stared at her like she had completely lost her mind. “Because if you stayed in there for one more minute, you would have gotten another deduction!” Emma folded her arms. “I only said I don’t like books.” Lucy gave a dry laugh. “And to him, that probably sounded like rebellion.” Emma rolled her eyes. “Dramatic much?” Lucy pointed at Jerry’s office. “No, you’re dramatic. And reckless.” Emma tilted her head. “I broke like... three rules.” Lucy stared at her in disbelief. “Exactly! Three important rules on your first day!” Emma shrugged. “That doesn’t sound that bad.” Lucy rubbed her forehead. “They were major rules!” She pointed down the hallway. “This is your office.” Emma looked toward the room. It was right beside Jerry’s office. She froze. “Why is my office next to his?” Lucy looked at her blankly. “Because you are his manager.” Emma shivered dramatically. “A minute with that man gives me goosebumps.” Lucy smacked her own forehead. “If he needs you, you must be close.” Emma groaned. “So now I’m trapped beside him?” Lucy crossed her arms. “You are employed beside him.” Emma narrowed her eyes. “Same thing.” Lucy sighed. “Whatever. Stay here. I’m going to get the company rule book.” She walked away before Emma could argue. Emma stepped into her office and looked around slowly. It was neat. Simple. A desk sat near the window. There was a comfortable chair, shelves, and white walls. Very white walls. Too white. Emma stared around with a frown. “Why are office walls always white?” she muttered. She walked farther in. “White desk, white walls, white shelves... do these people hate color?” She dropped into the chair and leaned back. “If I had a choice, this whole room would be purple.” She rested her legs on the desk. “My first day and I’ve already lost five dollars.” She sighed dramatically. “Money I haven’t even seen yet.” She let her head fall back. “This company is stressing me already.” A few minutes later, the door opened quietly and Lucy stepped in. Emma raised a brow. “Why are you sneaking in?” Lucy looked offended. “I’m not sneaking.” “You opened the door like a thief.” Lucy placed a thick book on the desk with a loud thud. “I was trying not to make noise.” Emma stared at the massive book. Then at Lucy. Then back at the book. “No.” Lucy blinked. “No what?” “That is not a rule book.” Lucy folded her arms. “Yes it is.” Emma pointed at it. “That is a dictionary.” Lucy sighed. “It is the company rule book.” Emma sat upright. “Why is it so big?!” Lucy tapped the cover. “Because every rule is explained in detail.” Emma stared at the giant book like it had personally offended her. “I am a fool.” Lucy nodded. “Yes.” Emma glared at her. “You agreed too fast.” Lucy shrugged. “You said it first.” Emma dropped her face into her hands. “I left my old job for this.” Lucy leaned against the desk. “What happened at the old job?” Emma looked up. “The manager was rude, the pay was low, and I was tired of the stress.” Lucy raised a brow. “And now?” Emma gestured around the room. “Now I’m in a luxury prison.” Lucy laughed. Emma groaned louder. “Everywhere I turn, it’s stress. Left? Stress. Right? Stress. Front? Stress. Back? Stress. Even my forehead probably has stress written on it.” Lucy laughed again. “You’re unbelievable.” Emma slumped in the chair. “I think my destiny is stress.” Lucy softened a little. “Emma, this is a big company. Big jobs don’t come easy.” Emma stayed quiet. Lucy continued. “You don’t get a huge salary for doing nothing.” Emma sighed. “I know.” “You have to work for it.” Emma leaned her chin on her hand. “I know.” Lucy crossed her arms. “Then stop acting like this.” Emma looked away. Lucy spoke more gently. “My advice? Follow the rules and listen to the boss.” Emma gave her a look. “You call that man nice?” Lucy nodded. “He is strict, but he’s not bad.” Emma pointed toward Jerry’s office. “That man is evil.” Lucy laughed. “Believe what you want, but if you keep behaving like this, you’ll lose far more than five dollars.” Emma groaned. “Me and that man already have issues.” Lucy shrugged. “Then fix it.” Emma gave her a blank stare. “Fix it?” “Yes.” “No.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Well then suffer.” Emma sighed dramatically. Lucy turned to leave. Then Emma suddenly said: “Lucy?” Lucy looked back. “Can I repaint this office purple?” Lucy froze. Emma burst into laughter. “I’m joking!” Lucy placed her hand on her chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” Emma grinned. Lucy pointed at her. “And stop saying ‘we.’ If the boss hears anything about repainting walls, I’m denying all involvement.” Emma gave a mock salute. “Yes ma’am.” Lucy shook her head. “You are exhausting.” Emma leaned back with a grin. “And yet you like me.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Read the rule book.” Then she walked out. Emma looked at the giant book on the desk. Then at Jerry’s office wall. Then back at the book. She sighed deeply. “My old manager was rude... but at least he didn’t hand me a weapon-sized rule book.” She slowly opened the first page. Her eyes widened. “Rule one?” She flipped another page. “Still rule one?!” She flipped again. “WHY IS RULE ONE TEN PAGES LONG?” Emma dropped her head onto the desk. “This company is trying to kill me."Silas hadn't been able to concentrate all day. He was still anxious, worried that Emma was still mad at him for the morning’s mishap. He’d been waiting in the parking lot just to catch a glimpse of her. When she finally emerged, he wanted to approach her, but he stopped himself. What should he say? "I'm sorry"? That would be stupid; the lady clearly hated being apologized to every five minutes. Silas sighed, running a hand through his hair. Emma was walking quickly, afraid her boss might appear and find another excuse to keep her late. She was moving fast, having swapped her painful heels for a pair of flat slippers. She caught sight of a figure moving back and forth near the exit, looking frantic. *I didn’t make a mistake naming him that—he really is a weird man,* she thought. A part of her felt bad for refusing her boss’s ride, but she wouldn’t admit defeat until she reached the main road and failed to find a taxi. As she was ab
"Wow, good morning to you, Miss Emma," Lucy greeted, her mouth hanging open as she stared. Emma rolled her eyes and adjusted her watch, making sure everything looked perfect. She was wearing the new black suit, paired with long, wide-legged trousers and a tucked-in white button-down shirt. For footwear, she had chosen the white heels with the thin, precarious-looking stems. Thankfully, Kristie had taught her how to walk in them that morning; she just prayed she wouldn’t have to run, or she’d end up losing a few teeth by noon.*See who can play this game,* Emma thought. *I’ll make sure that’s the last dollar he ever takes from my paycheck.* She snapped out of her thoughts as she noticed Lucy still staring. "I'm human," Emma remarked dryly."Of course, but girl, you look mature. Gosh, and your hair!" Lucy gestured to Emma’s sleek, high bun, which pulled her features into a sharp, professional look. Emma’s face twitched. *Mature? Did I lo
"Let me finish. I don't need empty declarations. You have a lot to learn, and if you make any mistakes, I’ll be deducting the damages from your salary until you’re left with a penny." Emma looked at the shopping bags and sighed in relief. Maybe the man wasn't completely heartless after all."I’m not actually going to pay for these clothes," Jerry added, his tone flat."What?!" Emma asked her voice a little high ,looking at him as he glared sharply at her. "I don't even have that kind of money!" Emma protested, rolling her eyes in exhaustion. She wondered what he was saying right now . Geez the man always seem to go back to point zero every single time she thought he would do something different. Who else were going to pay for the outfit then !. This man never ceased to amaze her—and not in a good way."I don't need to know that; I already know. All I want is for you to pay me back, and since you don't have the funds now, I’ll just deduct it from your next paycheck."
Emma cleared her throat, watching the shop assistant pack up the items. She glanced at Jerry’s back and noticed he had taken off his suit jacket. As if sensing her gaze, he turned to face her, and she quickly looked back at the assistant. When she risked a glance at Jerry again, she saw he had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white dress shirt, revealing smooth skin and a hint of an inked tattoo. *No wonder I kissed him,* Emma thought. She immediately blushed, frantically trying to shove the thought out of her mind. She had been wondering how she’d managed to kiss his neck while he was wearing a full suit, and now she knew. Trying to bridge the awkward silence, she said, "Um, boss, I’m sure your fiancée will be very pleased to receive these gifts." She was trying to soothe his temper. She’d learned that the best way to handle an angry person was with a little flattery. She couldn't lie—she was terrified. She had no idea what was going through his head; instead of hi
After the shopping was finished, Emma was finally freed from the pile of clothes she had been holding while a shop assistant packed everything away. She watched the woman load the designer bags, then slowly shifted her gaze to her boss. She rolled her eyes, exhausted, and let out a loud yawn."Miss Jones, follow me," Jerry said, turning on his heel and walking away.Emma growled, wiggling her tired body. "If he wanted to shop for his fiancée, why involve me?" she muttered, begrudgingly dragging her feet after him.When they reached another section, Jerry gestured for her to put on a pair of heels. Emma glanced awkwardly at the shoes, then at Jerry, who was already looking impatient. "Miss Jones, put on the heels.""Oh, the thing is... I don't really wear heels.""Huh?""I don't know how to walk in them," Emma admitted, covering her face. It was mortifying for a woman to admit she couldn't handle a simple pair of shoes."I thought as much. Either way, you don't have a choice," Jerry s
Emma inhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took two deep breaths, muttering through gritted teeth, "The nerve of that man!" She finally turned to examine the place they had stopped. She couldn't help but stare in awe; her jaw practically hit the floor. She blinked twice, convinced she had read the sign wrong. *Just Trèndy.* Emma let the name echo in her head. She had always assumed only actresses, influencers, and women who casually spent six months' salary on a handbag ever shopped here. She gulped and turned around to look for her so-called boss. She spotted him standing at the entrance, his face set in a hard glare. A frown settled on her forehead, but she told herself to get used to it. Dragging her feet, she moved toward him, keeping her eyes fixed on her shoes because she couldn't handle his icy stare any longer. Things couldn't get any worse. Inside, Emma looked around in amazement. Designer dresses, glittering heels, a







