Liam’s POV
The meeting finally came to an end. My head felt heavy after discussing shooting schedules, budgets, and revisions to the advertising concept. One by one, the teams dispersed, and all wanted was to go back to my room, take a hot shower, and sleep.
I had just stood up when a familiar voice stopped me.
“Liam.”
I held my breath for a moment before slowly turning around. Emily was walking toward me as if she had been- waiting all this time.
Before I could speak, Emily took over.
“We’re not done talking. Sit down first.”
Her tone wasn’t a request, it was a command.
Before I could respond, she turned to Viola and said, “You go ahead. i want to talk to Liam in private.”
Viola looked confused and glanced at me questioningly. I gave a small nod, signaling that I could handle it.
Reluctantly, Viola left, though her discomfort was obvious.
I took a breath, then sat back down. Emily immediately took the seat across from me, crossing her legs andstudying me as if she were evaluating my reaction.
I leaned back in my chair, lacing my fingers together on the table. The meeting room, once filled with noise, now felt too quiet, as if the echo of unresolved tension still Lingered. I looked at Emity without a smile, without pleasantries.
“Emily,” I said at last, low but firm. “What do you want?”
She raised an eyebrow, as if my question amused her.” You always go straight to the point. You haven’t changed.”
“I’m tired,” I replied honestly. “It’s been a long day. If you have something professional to discuss, say it now. If not-”
“Are you kicking me out?” she cut in quickly.
I sighed. “I’m setting boundaries.”
Emily let out a soft laugh, one that sounded too familiar, too full of memories that should have stayed locked away.
She leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, closing the distance between us without my consent.
“You always use those words now,” she said. “Boundaries.
Family. Priorities.” Her eyes swept over my face.
“Since when did you become so orderly?”
“Since I learned what I want to protect.”
There was a pause. I saw a flicker of emotion cross her face, something between irritation and hurt. But Emily was too skilled at hiding it. She leaned back again, playingwith the ring on her finger.
“So you’re happy?” she asked suddenly. “With your life now.”
I didn’t answer right away. Not because I hesitated, but because I chose my words. “Yes.”
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