Emily froze in place as Derek stormed into her office, his face contorted with anger. The heavy thud of the door shutting behind him seemed to echo, amplifying the tension in the room.
"What is he doing here?" Derek demanded, his voice low but seething with fury.
Emily raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was talking about. “I don’t understand,” she said cautiously, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make sense of his sudden outburst.
Derek stepped closer, his clenched fists betraying his barely restrained temper. “Don’t play dumb with me, Emily. I just heard the news—Matt Forrest is merging with the company and has requested *you* as his personal designer.” He spat the words like venom. “I don’t like it.”
Ah, there it was. Emily felt a flicker of irritation rise within her. Sh
