She was calculating in her mind.
Though she had signed the contract for Voice of the Divine’s championship, most of the opportunities would only come if she put in the work herself.
Whatever she managed to accomplish in the next three months would be the only real payoff—and even then, everything had to fit within the partner company’s schedule and workflow.
That alone put a huge damper on her freedom.
Still…
Emilia smiled. If this was a gamble, then so be it. Why not go all in?
She refused to believe she couldn’t open up new avenues for herself.
And honestly, she couldn’t stand endless delays; dragging things out only led to complications.
With that thought, Emilia finally spoke. “No objections from me.”
Parker nodded.
They both signed.
Tyler stood off to the side, eyes lowered, watching them. He could feel her anger burning—so much so that she was completely resolute.
He couldn’t let her win. Only then could he keep her close.
Emilia finished signing, tucked away her copy, and handed the rest to Secretary Jensen.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out,” Emilia said, turning to leave.
But before she could step into the elevator—
“Emilia.” Vivienne’s voice stopped her.
Emilia paused, turning back.
Vivienne strode over alone—Tyler wasn’t with her. Emilia’s gaze flickered to the bandage wrapped around Vivienne’s wrist.
Vivienne stopped in front of her, her face set with smug determination.
“I never thought you’d actually sign,” Vivienne sneered.
Emilia just arched an eyebrow.
“Trust me, you’re going to lose. Completely,” Vivienne said. She was smiling, but there was ice behind her eyes.
“In three months, don’t forget to attend my and Tyler’s wedding. I’ll make sure to save you a front-row seat.”
“The Table for Ex-Wives or maybe the Table for the Rejected—what do you think of those names?” Vivienne’s lips curled.
Emilia almost laughed.
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