"I don't understand," Emerson said, taking a step toward me.
I moved quickly, rounding the desk and putting the desk between us to create some distance. We needed to have this conversation, and we needed to have it now.
He sighed deeply, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "Okay, Mina, I don't understand what's going on, so why don't you just tell me? Instead of playing this game, explain what it is you’re upset about."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You think I'm playing a game with you, Emerson? Why did you come there? Why did you come to Eric’s office?"
His brows furrowed. "I came to look after you. I just wanted to make sure you two had talked, came to an agreement, and that everything was okay.“ he answered, but when he saw the look in my eye he quickly added,
“Honestly,
