Emilia’s POV
I walked into the Chairman’s office. The room wasn’t well ventilated. A table was set in the corner, and on his brown oak desk sat a lit lamp that cast light across his working space. On the table were his glass case, his cigar, and a few files neatly arranged.
“Come,” he extended a hand, and I grabbed it without a second thought.
Adrian led me to the lunch table. A vase of fresh jasmine stood on it, radiating just like my mood.
“I heard of your victory,” he muttered as we sat down.
I nodded, dishing out our meal. I could feel his gaze on me as I worked, his burning eyes always carried more than his lips let out.
“Lia,” Adrian called softly, and I turned to him, setting his food before him.
“What do you plan on doing with Amalia and your family?”
The question was direc
