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Her eyes oscillated between Catherine and Benjamin, followed by the subtle ways they remained in physical contact even though the former no longer needed support. Benjamin’s hand still rested on the small of Catherine’s back, and Catherine practically had her breasts plastered against his side without shame. For the first time in Annalise’s life, she carefully squinted at Catherine’s face. Why did she look so much like Emmeline? "Emmeline..." Annalise trailed off, her lips quivering as realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. "Emmeline isn’t even my daughter, is she?"

He didn't have the courage to look at her bare chest due to her v-neck top and quickly looked at the opposite direction. Emma, pretending to have just realized the results of her silly action, moves away. "Sorry about that, teehee." She acts cutely and imitates the common actions of a kawaii girl on shoujo animes. **** Zen Alfonso finished typing on his laptop and had the document printed out. He went ahead and leaves the department. But before he rides the elevator, he sees Emma doing heart poses with her arms for him and even going as far as to wink at him repetitively.

Inside lay a slim black file. No decoration. No romance. Just a name stamped in silver at the corner. Emma Laurent – Asset Overview The word hit first. Asset. Not wife. Not partner. Not Emma. Her hands trembled as she lifted it. The first page was clinical. • Full Name: Emma Elise Laurent • Date of Birth • Education history • Psychological assessment summary Psychological assessment. She flipped the page. There were notes. Typed. Organized. • Strong emotional attachment to father. • Protective instincts high.

I didn’t get a chance to scream or think before the door opened without warning. "Don’t panic," Emma said, breezing in with a tablet and a to-go coffee. She wore leggings and a wrinkled hoodie, like this was a casual morning. "We already flipped it." "Flipped what?" "The narrative." She handed me the tablet. I took it without trusting her.

After eight years, Emma still used that coconut fragrance shampoo that Alex used to bury her face in when they— Stop. Don't think about that. "Let me help," Alex said, reaching for a document. "I don't need your help." The words stung. But Alex deserved them. She gathered papers anyway, organizing them by case number automatically. The Bennett files mixed with discovery documents mixed with what looked like Emma's notes for the presentation. Emma's handwriting was still the same too—neat, precise, with those little flourishes on her capital letters. Alex remembered that handwriting. Had saved notes Emma had written her in college. Still had them, actually, tucked in a box in her closet that

She was an easy escape, a way to satisfy cravings without any emotional commitment. But Emma was different. From the moment she entered my world, she unsettled me in ways I couldn’t quite explain. She wasn’t like the others. Where Pamela was bold and familiar, Emma was an enigma—gentle, yet undeniably captivating. She had an innocence that made her stand out, an undercurrent of strength that intrigued me. Her presence lingered in my mind, a persistent whisper that refused to be silenced. It was unsettling, this constant pull I felt towards her. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but Emma had managed to burrow into my thoughts in a way that was both strange and compelling.

“The heart of Haverstone’s work.” Emma reached out, her fingers brushing the cover of the book. A sudden surge of warmth shot through her hand, and she gasped, pulling back. “It’s reacting to me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then it’s meant for you,” Crane replied, his gaze unwavering. “Open it.” Emma hesitated before flipping open the cover. The pages inside were filled with intricate diagrams, symbols, and handwritten notes. Her eyes scanned the text, deciphering fragments of what appeared to be instructions for operating the device they had discovered earlier.

Emma arrived at her desk just after six am. She opened the anonymous email from last night. She read the document again, this time slower. Highlighting lines, names, and codes. She noticed inconsistencies in investors’ details and unknown company addresses. Someone was up to something. She picked up her phone and called Julian. Not through the office line, but her personal one. “Can you come to my office?” she asked. Julian knocked a minute later, looking cautious. Emma turned her screen toward him without looking up.

Emma. Fuck!