Part 125.

Emily was still in her office, her fingers dancing swiftly across the keyboard. Racing against the clock, she was working on a report to be delivered to El Barack. She had to move quickly and then head to the salon as she had promised.

Her eyes briefly glanced at the digital clock on the office wall. Then, she shifted her focus back to her laptop screen.

"All done!" Emily mumbled, grabbing the mouse and sending the report to El Barack's email. She stood up with a smile, stretching her arms.

"Brandon, I'm coming. I don't want our relationship to end. Let's start everything. Dinner with your family is...