Emerson chuckled softly, his smile almost apologetic.
"You think this is funny?" I asked, not amused in the slightest.
"No, no, it’s not funny," he said quickly, shaking his head. "It’s just… I know Eric, and I know how to handle him. When it comes to Eric and me, whatever we have going on, just let me deal with it. But I am sorry for the things I said to you in my office. It wasn’t fair and I regretted them as soon as they were out of my mouth."
I folded my arms, still unsure if I was ready to accept his apology.
"Would you please... forgive me?" he added, his voice almost pleading.
I looked at him, taking a deep breath. This was the moment where we both understood that the conversation we were having wasn’t just about Eric or the company. It was about us, and how we were going to
