CHAPTER 20

Back in the interview room, Eliot stepped forward.

"Miss Emily Wilson?"

Emily looked up, startled.

"You've been selected. Please come with me."

Silence fell across the room.

The blonde girl's mouth dropped. "Wait—what?"

"Are you kidding?" the third girl said. "Her?"

Even the boys looked confused.

Emily clutched her file tightly and stood. "Oh—yes. Thank you."

As she followed Eliot down the quiet hallway, her heart thundered. What just happened?

They stopped at a tall, black glass door. Eliot opened it. "He's waiting."Emily stepped inside slowly, breath caught in her throat.

There he was. The man from the flower shop. In a suit, sitting behind a desk with the confidence of someone used to being obeyed.

"You…" she whispered.

Zayn looked up, a slow smile playing on his lips. "We meet again."