Emily stood frozen, her breath still uneven as James walked out of her office.
The tension still clung to the air, suffocating, wrapping around her like a vice.
Her fingers dug into her palms.
This was what she had wanted, right?
For James to feel even a fraction of the pain he had made her endure.
For him to hurt.
For him to know what it felt like to lose.
But as the door slammed shut behind him, all she felt was an aching, hollow space in her chest.
Emily exhaled sharply, forcing herself to push the emotions away.
She had more important things to worry about.
James Sterling was no longer her problem.
WHEN THE ENEMY IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK
She turned back toward her desk, reaching for the folder of documents that detailed Blackwood’s latest financial manipulations.
If she co
