The moment didn't last.
Emily's fingers tapped once against the table, a sound like a gun cocking. "Well," she drawled, the edges of her voice honed like razors. "Now that we're all finally here, perhaps we can begin this meeting the way civilized people do."
She didn't wait for acknowledgment. Her eyes cut to Lu Jun-hui with surgical accuracy.
"You first," she said, as if dismissing a schoolboy caught doodling in class. "Wrap up your matter quickly. I'd like to speak with CEO Lu privately about mine."
The emphasis wasn't subtle.
Lu Jianjun didn't move a muscle, but the temperature in the room dipped by a few degrees. But his gaze held hers for a beat too long—a silent warning, a reminder of hierarchy thick with unspoken consequences.
