PHOENIX IN PRADA
— EMMA —
The timing was, professionally speaking, catastrophic.
Victoria had just fired the opening shot of what was shaping up to be a full scale war. Nathalie and I had spent six hours building a counter-strategy document that was currently running to forty two pages and still didn't have an ending. The Harrison family stock had dropped, the press were circling, and somewhere across the city Victoria was almost certainly already loading the second move.
This was not, by any metric, the moment to notice that Ethan Harrison had very good hands.
And yet.
It had started simply enough. Nathalie had sent me home at nine because I was, in her words, starting to format my anxiety in bullet points and that was a sign I needed to stop. I had walked out of the Phoenix and Pra
