Sunday Evening - 8:00 PM
The penthouse had finally settled into relative calm after Ming Li's whirlwind arrival. She'd unpacked her extensive weapons collection much to Alfred's horror inspected every room for security vulnerabilities, and interrogated the entire staff about their backgrounds and loyalty.
Now she was in her room, which shared a wall with the master bedroom, reviewing security footage and making notes about "potential weak points" in Sebastian's protocols.
Emily stood in the master bedroom, staring at the outfit hanging on the closet door. The navy blazer. White silk blouse. Gray trousers. Pearl earrings and delicate necklace laid out on the dresser.
Tomorrow's uniform. The clothes she'd wear while standing in front of eight hundred people.
Her stomach churned.
"You've been staring at that outfit for twenty minutes," Timothy said from the doorway.
Emily jumped slightly. "I didn't hear you come in."
