All eyes turned back towards the entryway, and it was the Zacklid Group manager. He was walking majestically towards the table as if he had been informed about Emily. He was a middle-aged man with a sharp nose and a suit that cost more than a year of people's salary. His presence was cold, and the crowd moved out of his way as if he were royalty.

"The manager is here. You are done for, Emily." Tricia smiled and leaned into Desmond. Her eyes glowed with malicious delight as she watched the manager approach, then turned back at Emily. "You will regret ever showing up here."

"Yeah, let's see how...