Freddie stood nervously beside his mother, who was in contrast very calm.
"Stop shaking so much," Emily shot him a glare, "We are here because of what you did,"
"I-I know, it's just that…" he paused to take a breath, "who exactly did you say is coming?"
"The man who wants you dead,"
"The Baker? How?!" Freddie asked in disbelief.
"Just shut up and don't say anything except I ask you to,"
They were standing in the middle of her office, when the office phone on her desk began to ring.
"Ma'am there's someone here to see you," her worker said as she answered the phone.
"Send him up," she replied before putting it down.
AA few minutes later, the door opened and a man and a woman stepped inside.
"Christopher." She walked toward him with a bright smile.
"Emily." He smiled just as warmly, pulling her into a brief hug.
He leaned in slightly before pulling back. "You always smell so delicious."
"Stop it," she laughed softly. "I'm still a married woman."
