Upon hearing what Emily just said, James stood there silently for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen. His jaw tightened. A strange stillness came over him, the kind that happens right before a storm. He didn't need anyone to tell him twice—Emily's words made too much sense.
Then he began to nod slowly, and a deep frown settled on his forehead.
"There's something on it, what you just said" James muttered, almost to himself. "There's something damn reasonable on it…"
He turned to Emily, his voice growing firmer. "If anybody truly wants to hurt me right now… if anybody is looking for revenge, to hit me where it stings, it's Cora."
At that moment he took a step away from the desk and started pacing.
"And seeing how everything played out the company takeover… the emergency meeting that dragged us out of this house… and now this?" He pointed back at the laptop. "It's her. It's all her doing."
James clenched his fists, and the veins in his neck were visible now.
