At that point, Dante took a deliberate step forward.
There was something about the way he moved—calm, unhurried—that made the space feel smaller. Emilia caught herself watching him, a strange mix of awe and anxiety curling in her chest. For a brief, almost shameful moment, she wondered if Diah was afraid. Truly afraid. If beneath all that arrogance and superiority, there was fear finally taking root.
If there was, it showed.
Diah’s shoulders were rigid now, her lips pale, her eyes darting from Dante to Emilia as if trying to understand which of them held her fate.
He then spoke calmly at first.
“What is it, Diah? Cat’s got your tongue?” He asked as Diah’s breath hitched.
How did Dante know that call meant she was in trouble? Does he have some influence over her boss!!
Dante continu
