Emma pulled out the chair and sat down across from Nathan, her gaze sharp and appraising. She rolled her eyes and flicked her hair back, exposing her bare neck.
“I know you haven’t gotten over me,” Emma said coolly, “but that doesn’t mean you get to stalk me. I’m here for an important meeting, Nathan. You can’t just follow me around because you want to see me.”
Nathan stopped flipping the paper and looked up at her. “What?”
“You’re clearly not the one I’m meeting,” she stressed. “What do you want this time around, huh? Your friend said that your wife gave him money for the surgery.” She scoffed, contempt lacing her tone. “How could she even afford to give away 200k?”
“Watch your tone,” Nathan hissed, clearly offended. “Can we drop this conversation and focus on the matter at hand? I’m
