Chapter 43. Trembles

Emery’s POV

I angrily pushed Terrence when I heard the door creaking. I combed my hair using my fingers and looked at the person who entered. It was Tristan, looking at the document he’s carrying while entering the office.

“Terrence, this was from HR—” he paused when his eyes found me sitting on the swivel chair instead of his cousin.

He shot an eyebrow up and turned to Terrence who’s standing beside me. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No—”

“Obviously!” Terrence drowned my voice and I looked at him in annoyance. “What? You’ve become a delivery boy? I thought you’re the Vice President?”

Tristan scoffed and entered completely. He sat on the chair in front of me and put the folder on the table before dropping his eyes on me again.

“Hey, Em. I suddenly crave for coffee. Do you want some?”

“She can have her own coffee here, Tristan. And please! She’s working.”

“Working?” Tristan’s forehead creased. “Is my cousin making you work a