Sure enough, a plethora of information about the "International Business Forum" held this morning in Hall C in Paris, France, popped up immediately on her phone's browser.
"Got it! Damien, just you wait!" Emma Hart smugly thought to herself, admiring her cleverness.
After lunch, Emma Hart walked confidently toward her room, ready to change clothes and head to Hall C. As she slipped into her limited edition Chanel socialite outfit, she contemplated her exit strategy. She absolutely could not let Mrs. Harris find out about this; she would definitely try to stop her.
Suddenly inspired, Emma Hart opened her door and called out loudly, "Mrs. Harris!"
Mrs. Harris responded, hurrying up to the second floor. "What is it, Emma?" she asked.
