SOPHIA’S POV
Emily blew the imaginary dust from her nails before speaking up. “No, I won’t help you.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” she scoffed. “I haven’t forgotten how you went behind my back and attacked Davis. You have no idea how much damage control I had to do.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry, Emily.”
“No, you’re not. You just need my help and I’m not giving it to you,” she said, sipping from her coffee now. “Thanks for breakfast though.”
“I know what I did was wrong but don’t forget you lied to me. If you had just told me the truth we wouldn’t be here,” I said.
Her cup froze mid air. “So you brought me to this restaurant to remind me of that?”
“No. I brought you here because I need your help,” I started.
Emily let out a dry laugh. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Emily, pl
