"I want it."
Emma promptly grabbed the card. Between freedom and pride, Emma leaned more towards freedom.
Damien Sterling picked up a napkin, wiping his lips in a gesture that resembled the satisfaction he displayed after having his way with her.
Damien's driver was already waiting outside.
Damien took confident strides towards the door, stopping at the entrance.
Mrs. Harris, sensing something, approached Emma. "Miss Emma, the sir is about to leave."
"Huh?"
"Go help him with his coat."
Turning back, Emma Hart saw the man standing at the door, his suit hanging just an arm's reach away.
He could easily slip into it himself.
Such blatant entitlement, a veritable lord of the manor, a capitalist through and through, and to top it off, as if he were someone incapable.
