Lucian's hand paused mid-air, and Emily froze beside him. With him so close, and since he hadn't avoided the call, every word from Bryan came through clearly.
As though on cue, the two of them exchanged a quiet, startled glance — one that silently asked, What is he talking about?
Lucian drew in a deep breath, his hand tightening on the phone as he braced himself for whatever Bryan was about to report.
For Lucian, anything involving Emilie meant trouble. Her showing up at the group at this hour could only spell one thing: doom.
"What about her?" he asked in a voice that could only pass as calm.
"She came to the office this morning with a letter of appointment as…" Bryan hesitated.
Emily sat up immediately, a tremor running through her body and she trembled slightly. "Letter of appointment?" she breathed, stunned.
"As what…?" Lucian's tone dropped, sharp and cold.
"Executive. Personal. Assistant," Bryan answered, each word separated and heavy.
