Blackwood Hotel Suite - 7:45 AM
Emily emerged from the bathroom dressed for Day Two dark jeans, a soft gray sweater, hair in a high ponytail. Professional but comfortable. She'd applied minimal makeup to hide the evidence of very little sleep and very much... activity.
Timothy was on his phone, speaking in low, clipped tones. "I don't care what excuse they're offering. The contract was clear. If they can't deliver, find someone who can." He paused. "Good. Report back by noon."
He hung up and immediately focused on Emily. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Emily checked her bag notes, ID, phone, the small emergency kit Sebastian had insisted on. "Sebastian's message said Edward wants to see me?"
"He's waiting in the lobby," Timothy confirmed. "He insisted on breakfast with you before the competition."
Emily's eyebrows rose. "Why?"
