My Country Sent Me to Work

"Who told you to come to work?" Damien Sterling's usually impassive face was a mix of bewilderment and irritation.

"My country sent me to work," Emma Hart replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes, teasing Damien Sterling further.

Damien's expression turned from bemusement to outright confusion. "Have you lost your mind?" he asked, unable to hide his incredulity at her absurd response.

Emma Hart, unfazed, merely shrugged, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips before she adopted a more serious demeanor. She planted her hands firmly on the desk, locking eyes with Damien as if to anchor her argument with physical conviction. "If it's not my country, then it must be the law," she retorted, her voice laced with laughter but her eyes serious.

Damien's frown deepened. What game was she playing at?

"You see, I have a contract with your company, don't I?" Emma continued, undeterred by his growing frustration.