Hotel Suite - 10:30 PM..
Emily returned to find Timothy waiting, his expression concerned but warm.
"How did it go?" he asked.
"Good. Really good." Emily collapsed onto the bed beside him. "He knows everything now. And he still wants me as his successor at the ISI."
Timothy smiled. "Of course he does. You're brilliant."
"I'm exhausted," Emily corrected, curling into his side. "Two days of competition… . I'm done."
"One more day," Timothy reminded her. "Then we go home."
"Home," Emily repeated softly. Cloud City. Their penthouse. Normal life or as normal as her life ever got.
Timothy's hands started massaging her shoulders, working out the tension. Emily groaned softly.
"That feels amazing."
"You're so tense," Timothy murmured. "Every muscle is locked up."
"I've been stressed," Emily said, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow. "In case you hadn't noticed."
