EMILY'S POV
“Emily, Emily.” I heard someone calling me from a far distance.
“Emily wake and see.” I heard my mom voice calling me, and i woke up with a gasp.
“Mom!” I chocked on seeing her. “How?”
“How what emily…..are you still dreaming?” She waved her hand before my face, with a rare smile on my her face.
“Follow me to the office.” She ordered while i sat, confused and wondering if her death was a warning, of what to come.
The glossy magazine was splayed open on my desk as I stepped into the office. The headline stated, "FROM RUIN TO REVIVAL: HOW EMILY CORTEZ IS WINING THE WAR WITHOUT FIRING A SHOT."
Beneath it was a full-page photo from Ralph Othon's summit, it was perfectly captured. Ralph was mid-speech at the podium, and I was in the foreground, looking up at him from the VIP
