Emily was taken aback. "Isn't that someone else's job?"
Karen slammed her pen down.
"Are you questioning my instructions?!"
"No, not at all."
In the past, Emily would have argued her point.
But now, with so much on her plate, she couldn't afford to be so headstrong.
She forced a smile. "I'll take care of it."
Delivering a cup of coffee seemed simple enough, a chance to stretch her legs.
But standing outside James' office with the coffee, she couldn't help feeling nervous.
Images of James' icy, stern face filled her mind. Even from a distance, his intimidating presence was palpable.
Reminding herself she was just dropping off coffee, Emily knocked on the door.
She believed James wouldn't even look at her.
"Come in."
His voice was cold and devoid of warmth. Emily pushed the door
