The King Maker's Bride

games but the next level of her cloaking required it. Her colleagues knew better than to disturb her when she was like that, they knew better than to even knock on her door. Obsessive and

ways count on you, thank you. Did you put up a strong wall?" He asked and Emilia could tell he was fishing for conversations. She wasn't interested but his attempts were pathetic and she had to help. She sighed and turned to him, her tee shirt sticking to all sides of her dress. "What do you want, Carson?" He let his hands fall to his sides and scratched his hair awkwardly. "I was thinking if you would like to go on a date with me. Don't disagree yet, it would really be good, and i will pay all of the bills," Emilia shook her head as second hand embarrassment filled her. She picked up her half eaten Doritos and put one in her hands. "Carson, if you really think that poor attempt at a conversation would get a woman out with you, then you might as well go back to Sherry. I can't, and won't. Thank you for the offer though," He watched her and he wondered why she was so harsh, he was grateful he hadn't gone through with the initial plan of a grand flier gesture. "Would you at least give me tips on what to say?" He asked, sounding foolish as sheepish. "Carson, AI exists, don't ask me silly questions. Please you can close the door behind you," she called at him as he turned to leave. "Scary, scary, Carillo." He muttered as he walked out, leaving her to herself. He couldn't fire her or sanction her, she was the company and the company was her. Carson tech dev needed Emilia Carillo. She moved over to the window and stood overlooking Manhattan, the weather was never stable enough for anybody to determine what it was going to be the next minute. Emilia wrapped her hands around her neck as she wallowed in her forever present economic validation. She was working, and earning and building accordingly, it caused a tingle in her stomach. Her father worked, he worked so much but they never really saw what he worked for. It was almost an illusion. Her door opened aggressively and she didn't move, only grunted. "Carson, I said I want to be alone!" More footstep