Emily lounged in her chair like a panther who had cornered its prey, her posture radiating smug satisfaction. One leg draped elegantly over the other, she tapped her fingers against her water bottle in a slow, mocking rhythm against the glass bottle beside her, each sound a countdown to someone else's humiliation.
"So," she began, her voice syrup-sweet and laced with just enough venom to draw blood,"shall we address the how of it?" Her gaze flicked between Li Na and Lu Jianjun, sharp with amusement. "Because, honestly, I'm dying of curiosity. Was it a tragic hallway collision? A passionate boardroom tryst? Or—" She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "Did our dear CEO suddenly decide morning meetings require morning kisses?"
