"I appreciate that," she said, taking the file from Marcelo's hand. Pale, perfectly manicured fingernails glittered with a sort of inner sparkle as she accepted the file from Marcelo's hand. She placed it to her left, to give it an in depth study once he was gone. If he was serious about this proposal, it was going to require more than just a perfunctory glance. Emma had built Frost International from the ground up, on her own, and she hadn't done it by being foolhardy. She was an intelligent businesswoman in her own right, telepathy or no.

She then looked up at Marcelo, ready to give him her full, undivided attention. "Now," she said. "Might I offer you some refreshments before we get down to the topic of the erstwhile Ms. Shaw? Coffee? Scotch?"