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Wait! What am I even thinking? she scolded herself, and Honey’s soft chuckle echoed in her mind. “Host, you’re weird,” Honey teased. Emma bit her lip, embarrassed, and followed quietly as the group continued down an isolated path behind the building. Two black Maybachs soon pulled up beside them. The engines purred softly before shutting off. “Boss, you like her?” the redhead, Heidi teased from a safe distance. “Heidi! Do you want me to cut your tongue out?” Max shot back, glaring. Heidi stepped back but couldn’t resist whispering loud enough for him to hear. “She didn’t even want to dance with you, haha.” Max glared harder, and she wisely fell silent. President Smith and his wife boarded one of the cars along with Max’s family. Max and Emma entered the other vehicle, while his men climbed into the second Maybach. Max drove. Emma sat beside him in the front seat, hands folded nervously on her lap. His expression was unreadable, cold, tight, and distant. He rarely got angry, but somethi