The door to Lawson's old office creaked open for the first time after years of being shut.
The moment she stepped across the threshold, Emily choked on the stagnant, stale air. A thick cloud of disturbed dust billowed into her face, forcing a sharp, painful cough from her lungs as she waved her hand to clear the gloom.
It's been over a week since Emily had struck the desperate deal with Tony.
Most of her time had been occupied under his watchful eye at Torredo Global, playing the part of the compliant executive head. But today, she had finally carved out a window of freedom. She had visited her father's old company under the strict corporate excuse that she needed to personally oversee the new setup of the subsidiary before the Titan project advanced any further.
As she sat behind her father's desk, she couldn't help but remember the time she had visited as a child and her father had told her, "One day you will be the one sitting here and running things."
