"What? All of them?" Esme exclaimed in disbelief.
Emma shook her head. She had just told her not to speak loudly, but Esme forgot it. She replied flatly, her expression unchanging, "Yes, all of them. They still call him despite his lack of interest. They're nothing but trouble. Got it?"
No
Esme didn't get it at all. It was not just one, two, or three women. The sheer number of names on the list left her incredulous. She couldn't comprehend that Silas had dated so many women.
"Mr. Sullivan will not talk to them," Emma continued. "You will deal with them."
"Me?" Esme exclaimed, utterly bewildered by the unexpected responsibility.
"Shh, keep your voice down," Emma scolded. "You can't talk here loudly."
"I'm sorry, I was just surprised," Esme apologized, trying to lower her tone.
"Anyway," Emma dismissed with a wave of her hand. "I used to manage them. Now it's your job."
