Emilia reread the email before pushing the computer away from her and sitting back on her chair. She closed her eyes and leaned back, trying to calm the anger she was feeling from what was sent to her.
“So, James wants to play tough, huh?” She mumbled as she stapled her fingers, her index fingers meeting and tapping on her lips. “I guess I have to up my game, don’t I?”
“People say talking to yourself is a sign of madness,” Shaw’s voice floated to her from the doorway. “Should I be worried?”
Emilia opened one eye and peeked at him, “I am planning on how to take over the world, don’t you want to share that craziness with me?”
Shaw shook his head and walked in. Sitting on the chair in front of the huge desk, he crossed his right leg over his left knee and stared at her. “What has you plan
