Emma and Terrence arrived at the hotel where Kevin was staying, but they were stopped by his assistant.
"Sorry, Mr. Kevin said he will only interview with Miss Emma."
The two exchanged glances. Emma reassured him with her eyes:
"Terrence, I'll go in. Please wait for me outside."
Terrence nodded:
"Alright, call me if you need anything."
The assistant glanced at Terrence, as if daring him to step forward would immediately trigger a call to the security team. The corner of his mouth curled into a faint, annoyed smile.
Emma pushed the door open and stepped inside. The man stood with his back to her, by the large floor-to-ceiling window. In his hand, a cigarette released a thin, hazy smoke, partially obscuring his face.
"Have a seat," Kevin said shortly.
Emma obeyed and sat down:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Kevin."
Kevin was only a few years older than her father. Facing such a powerful man, she couldn't help feeling tense.
