EMMA
I’m at my desk at eight o’clock on the dot.
The point is to be here before him, so that I can prove to Ruslan—and to myself—that I can handle this arrangement. While we’re at Bane, he’s my boss. When we’re out of the office, he’s my—
Oh God, he’s here.
“Be cool, Emma,” I snap at myself under my breath.
He’s wearing a black Burberry coat over his tailored suit. His briefcase catches the light at his side. I lift my chin as he approaches. His eyes meet mine.
Three… two… one…
“Good morning, Mr. Oryolov.”
Stuck the landing. Nice job, girl.
He nods coolly and heads into his office. I let out a heavy breath and sink back against my chair. I’m actually pretty proud of how I’m doing. No one would guess I’d spent half the night tossing and turning, worrying about what Sienna would say
