Emelia's POV
The man before me looked like Mason, but something about him was different.
The deep blue suit that clung to his broad shoulders and muscles had wealth and power in each threading of fabric. His short, dark hair was slicked back, which caused his chiseled features to appear more prominent.
As Mason strutted his way towards me, each step he took kept everyone's eyes on him—including mine.
This wasn't the look and aura of an ordinary director.
No, this was the energy of someone in power; a leader.
Mason took his place next to me and gave me a boyish, teasing grin. "I told you to call me if things got out of hand, remember?"
"What are you doing here?" I was at a loss for words. "You don't want to drag yourself into this nonsense. I can handle it by myself."
"I don't doubt that you can, but just because you can, doesn't mean you should." His words were gentle and firm. "I can help you if you'd just let me."
I was only apprehensive because I wanted to be able to achieve my goal
