Emily withdrew her hand immediately, her calm demeanor masking her irritation. "I’m sorry, Mr. Tony. I don’t appreciate being touched."
Though she offered an apology, her eyes were unyielding. She had anticipated his intentions when he approached.
Annoyance flickered across Lime’s face before he forced a smile. He poured a glass of wine for Emily from the decanter. "How about this: if you drink this wine, I’ll forget what just happened. Does that sound good?"
Emily, feeling uncomfortable, stood up. Seeing her move away, Lime’s smile faded, and he scowled.
"Ms. White, if you're going to be so insincere, I don’t see the point in continuing our cooperation."
He slammed his wine glass onto the table, anger evident on his face. Emily recognized his attempt to exploit the contract for personal gain.
She responded coolly, "Alright, Mr. Tony. Enjoy your meal. I’ll be leaving now."