Emily’s POV
The voice was smooth as silk, laced with a familiar, predatory amusement. Ilay.
My blood ran cold. "I have nothing to say to you." My thumb moved to end the call.
"Wait!" he said, the amusement vanishing, replaced by a sharp command. "This isn't a game. I’m sending you a link, open it. Now."
The urgency in his voice was foreign, and it made my hand freeze. "Why?"
"Because your professional replacement has just been announced. And it's a masterpiece of an insult." He gave a short, bitter laugh. "I almost have to admire the cruelty of it. Check the news, Emily. Then, if you still want to hang up, I won't bother you again."
The line went dead.
My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. Professional replacement.
I tried to hide the true nature of my relationship with Jin
