When Justin arrived, the atmosphere froze.
After a brief silence, Emily responded indifferently, “We weren’t talking about anything important.”
“Not something she wants me to know?” Justin wondered. “What could she discuss with Sam but not with me?”
His gaze shifted to Sam, who awkwardly rubbed his nose before, for the first time, lying to the CEO. “Miss Yates and I were just talking about the drinks in the break room. She said they were really good.”
“Really?” Justin’s lips curled into a faint smile, though his tone carried a trace of jealousy. “Perfect timing. I have a dinner event tonight. I’ll bring you along, and you can enjoy more drinks. Drink as much as you like.”
Emily was speechless.
*
That afternoon, Emma knocked on the door of Justin’s office.
“Come in,” Justin said.
Emma entered, her gaze quickly scanning the room. Not seeing Emily, she swiftly hid her curiosity and walked over to Justin’s desk, handing him a file.
“Justin, I’ve been learning a lo
