Phei could say—without a single shred of exaggeration—that Emily had become his partner incrime.
She nailed the assistant role like she'd been born wearing a headset and carrying a color-coded planner and was just waiting for him to bring it all out.
Now schedules ran like Swiss clockwork. Logistics materialized out of thin air before he even knew they were needed. Problems evaporated before they could form because Emily had already spotted them three steps ahead, built the workaround in her head, executed it silently, and moved on to the next five crises while everyone else was still blinking.
The girl operated like a machine with a heartbeat—relentless, precise, and powered by a devotion that had lapped "professional" twice and kept sprinting.
Unfortunately, this hyper-efficient girl was still hiding how broken she really was.
