Emerson, rightly so, was mad, but I didn’t want that to feed Emerson’s ego any more than it already had.
Emerson’s words came out through gritted teeth as one hand went protectively to my back, the other fist clenching and unclenching in frustration. His voice was low but unwavering as he directed his attention toward Eric.
“Still, whatever it is you’re thinking of her, whatever your problems with her are, whatever feelings you have towards her, you’re still going to respect her. She’s my fiancée and I’m going to marry her. She’s here because you forced her. She’s helping this company, And for her to do that, you are going to respect her.”
The whole room was tense with suffocating tension before Emerson’s next words broke through.
“This is a place of business,” he continued calmly, his
