Determined not to make the same mistake again, Emerald took precautions. When she went shopping with Iris, she brought bodyguards and had Greg and Max follow them from a distance.
Iris lowered her voice nervously. "Ember, this mall gives me the creeps. I heard there's a kind of ghost that follows people around."
Emerald couldn't help but laugh. "That's just your imagination."
"By the way, Mr. Corrigan called me out of the blue the other day. He sounded really anxious. Did he need to talk to you about something?"
Emerald casually brushed it off. "Yeah, he just had some questions about something."
"But I feel like he…"
Iris wanted to press further, but before she could, Emerald pulled her toward the SN counter—the very company she was about to join.
The store was a five-story giant, its lobby as grand as a palace. The marble floors gleamed under the light, and the glass displays reflected everything with crisp clarity.
