A few snickers ran through the office, none that Matteo could hear, but one clear sweep across the desks and Amelia could spot a few who were celebrating her demise.
Matteo turned to Emmeline, a furrow between his eyebrows. "I was actually referring to you."
Emmeline whirled around, her face an expression of abject shock. However, Matteo had a faintly apologetic look on his face.
"Emmeline, you don't work here," he clarified. "I'll meet you there after work."
"But I don't know where your place is," Emmeline said, pouting. "Besides, the chauffeur has already driven the car away. I have no mode of transport."
"Call a cab," Matteo flatly said, sounding every bit bored. "Ronan can call you one if you're unwilling."
"A cab?" Emmeline repeated, scandalized. "But those are dangerous! What if they realize who I am and they kidnap me?"