Emma’s POV
I stared at the long string of numbers on my phone screen, my stomach twisting. I felt bile rise in my throat. The number Abigail had told me was so big it didn't sound real, like it was part of some prank or something.
But it wasn’t. It was sitting there, right in Abigail's gallery’s fundraising account, a direct deposit from Sebastian.
What the hell was he up to?
My thumb hovered over my phone for half a second before I gave in, scrolling to his number and pressing call.
He picked up after barely one ring, like he’d been sitting there, waiting for me to call…to cave.
"Finally calling me back?" His voice was low, smooth, and tinged with just enough smugness to make my anger rise.
I gripped the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. "What game are you playing, Sebastian? What do you want?"
He chuckled softly, the sound only making my blood boil. "Game? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just saw your art gallery was fundraising and looked a little short
