At the silence, she turned around. "Carla..."
However, the person standing behind her wasn't who she expected. In fact, it was someone she never would've expected.
"What are you doing here?" Emily subconsciously clenched her pencil tightly.
Dylan swept a gaze over the room. It was mainly decorated in shades of white, making it look spacious and classy.
"Is this where you work?" He walked towards the French window and looked out.
Emily put her pencil down and stood up. "I asked you a question."
Dylan turned to look at her. He chuckled, "I'm here to see you, of course."
Emily placed a hand on the desk behind her and stared at him. She wanted to see through his flesh and right to his heart.
She wanted to see what he was up to.
But she couldn't see anything.
"Have you met with Mrs. W
