"If I were her, I'd rather run away from the Shaw name entirely," Emma said. She pressed a button on her speaker and bade her assistant to come into the office. "Be a lamb and fix us a couple of drinks, darling," she said, once the pencil-thin blonde woman walked into the office.

Once the drinks were made and set in front of them and the assistant had scurried back to her desk outside of Emma's expansive office, the blonde telepath turned an expectant eye towards Marcelo. "Well?"