He pulled me onto the sofa and handed me a bottle of beer.
I glanced at James, who had sat back down and lit a cigarette. I couldn't see his expression.
Emily was looking at me, her eyes full of resentment.
I took it all in, grabbed the beer, and took a sip, the strong taste making me choke.
So bitter.
But the man laughed heartily, his eyes filled with a lecherous light. "That's more like it! More, more..."
Since I walked in, James hadn't said a word, sitting in the corner with a heavy aura. Emily, on the other hand, played the role of the hostess. Seeing me like this, she didn't back down. "Since Ms. King has made it clear that she's against us, let's see what we can each do."
With that, she downed her drink.
A snide voice came from beside me. "What kind of skills do you have."
Emily gave the man a seductive smile, vibrant and bold, but all I saw was her shattered pride.
The company was in a dire situation. She stood by James' side, capable and humble.
The three of us had grown up together, and unlike my hidden feelings, she openly loved James for many years. She used to call me James' shadow and saw me as a rival, even giving up her promising future to be his secretary.