She kicked off her stilettos under the desk and woke up her computer. She would start with Jake’s emails, sorting through them so she could weed out any of the unimportant ones and deal with the requests that she could. She had already started collating data for him yesterday. She had no idea what the data related to or even what it meant, but she could input numbers into a spreadsheet without needing to know specifics.

The phone on her desk rang and Emma jumped and then cursed as ...