To Color Your Life - Chapter 73

“Your family is quite something,” Emily fastened her seat belt as Justin started the car. They left the Evans family home just a minute ago, and the last words of Mr. Pitcher and Teresa were still in her ears.

The elder Evans gave her a list of disciplines that she must master in the coming year, in order to then run for President. Emily didn’t quite know if he was joking or not, but she noted the recommendations on the phone.

Teresa Evans gave a brief instruction and list of ingredients for her special meat stew and said she would call her to arrange a practice. She added that Emily can come at any time, and not necessarily with Justin.

She could now do whatever she wanted in their family. And not necessarily with Justin.

For a moment, Emily felt like a half-sister, and the boss was Cinderella – they were treated so differently. Evans, however, did not seem to care.

“I told you that I have a normal family. Well, only grandpa… Well, he’s a big bananas. But in a good way,” Justin grinned. “He’s great when he’s not too preoccupied with moralizing. So do not give in to him too much, otherwise, you will also want to escape somewhere to Nigeria, like Zoya.”

“Isn’t she in Asia? Teresa said your sister was in Singapore the day before yesterday.”

“Yeah, but today she’s already in Nigeria. Mom has irrelevant information. She just doesn’t follow Zoya’s Instagram. This booger decided to tag me in all the photos.”

“She loves you.” Emily was a little jealous that they had such a friendly relationship. She was the only child in the family, and she did not make many friends.

The boss laughed, “She loves me? Ha! Yes, she takes revenge that I did not tell her about you! You just haven’t seen the photos I’m tagged on.” Based on Evans’ reaction, he had no intention of showing them.

“What is the name of her account?” Emily asked.

“Do not even think!”

Emily laughed. She liked the Evans family more and more. They were so different, but at the same time, they supported each other. It was really great. It is a pity that her parents did not live up to this moment.

Mom would definitely make friends with Teresa. And dad would play chess with Justin’s dad. And grandma… Hmm, by the way, a few words about grandma! That is the very person who needs to be brought into the open – her very granny!

Emily’s inner voice suggested that there was something between Mrs. Hayes and Grandpa Evans, something more serious than the simple admiration of an aspiring actress by her true fan. Why else would Mister Pitcher refuse to share the pie when he saw Jacob reach for the second piece? Only Emily’s assurances that she would give the gray-haired fussy a second personal cake allowed other family members to try the treat without the threat of being knocked with a cane.

And she was also glad to know that she was able to get into Pharaoh, albeit through the back door, but thanks to her achievements.

“Justin, I don’t understand how you can leave Pharaoh? You created this magazine from scratch.” Emily accepted the fact that the boss’s family and publishing house had its own rules, but how can you give up your own brainchild?

“It won’t be easy, but these are the conditions. An ordinary employee, in order to get to work for us, undergoes a rigorous selection process. As it was with you, Ohara, and everyone who works in the department. The relatives of the founders have small preferences. We can only take a leadership position in the department that we created ourselves from scratch.”

Emily listened to Evans and looked at the houses that floated behind the glass of the car. Residential buildings, where each family had its own values, office buildings, where each company had its own charter.

“In three years this department must prove its effectiveness or will be closed. The final meeting of shareholders decides on this issue. If the decision is positive, then the head of the department transfers all powers to a new one and resigns from his post.

It’s like starting a company, getting it to work and selling it. Only instead of the profit for the deal you get a part of Pharaoh’s shares and the opportunity to take any other position if you want.”

“What if the shareholders decide that the department is not needed?” Emily was not happy with such an outcome for the magazine. Absolutely.

Justin shrugged, “Then the manager and all employees will be fired and blacklisted. They will no longer be able to get a job in the Pharaoh, even as members of the cleaning crew.”

What?! Isn’t that too much?! More than fifty people worked in their department, many of them had families.

From the look on Emily’s face, Justin knew what the girl was thinking. “When enrolled in the magazine’s staff, each of them signed an agreement on these terms. I didn’t force anyone, Em. People made this decision themselves and it is thanks to this that we have such a team. All team members know that the result of the entire department and its future depend on the result of their work.”

“Anyway, it’s somehow…”

“Too much? I do not think. Big business deals always take risks, Emily. If you want to reach heights, be prepared for the fact that at any moment you can fall. But if you have strong wings, and here I mean the team, then no fall is terrible. If you lose, you lose together. If you win, you enjoy the victory together as well.”

Justin smiled and stroked the girl’s cheek. The man was calm and relaxed, like a traveler who walked for a long time towards his goal and finally saw the final point in the distance.

Emily couldn’t boast of the same. The boss’s story touched on something about her that she herself could not understand.

One thing was clear – Justin would not be in Pharaoh’s magazine soon. Who will be then? Will that person defend and develop the magazine with the same inspiration and dedication? Will he be able to maintain the same friendly and creative atmosphere in the team?

On the other hand, why should it bother her? She’s not going to continue working in this place.

“When will the shareholders’ meeting be held?”

“Next Friday,” the boss replied.

Hmm, Friday. Kelly is due to go to work on Thursday. Emily will be gone on Friday.

“And what are your assumptions? The outcome will be positive, right? And how can it be different, given the rapid growth of the magazine?”

The girl wanted to get confirmation of her words, but Justin only looked at the road thoughtfully.

“You know, Em, anything can happen in life. Not every situation is within our control. If you have done everything that depends on you, then all that remains is to trust God. So let’s see what this clever guy in heaven decides,” he took a quick glance at the girl and winked, “Just be there for me. This will be more than enough.”

Emily reached out and placed her hand on the man’s arm. His fingers firmly gripped the steering wheel, and she felt how every, even small movement of the steering wheel to the right or left, influenced where they eventually drove.

They decided where to go. To do this, it was only necessary to make a decision and turn the steering wheel in the right direction.

Even a small action is enough to set foot on a long path.

The path where your heart will lead you.