"Are you afraid of me?"
James stopped and took a seat on the sofa by the window.
Emily thought everyone wouldn't be afraid of James at Downton Group.
Though she felt that way inside, she tried to maintain a calm exterior. "Why did you bring me here?"
"You were injured at the company, so of course, I have to take responsibility," James replied coolly, though his gaze lingered on Emily. "How are you holding up? Still alive, I hope?"
"Of course!" Emily snapped before quickly regaining her composure. "If I were dead, I wouldn't be here talking to you, would I?"
Her words carried an undertone of deference, a desperate attempt to appease fate.
James smirked as he poured himself a half-glass of red wine. "You acted bravely this time. The company has decided to reward you. What would you li
