My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 460

After Emily Blair polished off every last shrimp dumpling and sticky chicken wing on the table, she dabbed her mouth and reapplied her bright lipstick.

“All right, time to head to the office.”

Tristan Davis handed her a napkin with a soft chuckle. “Since when do you work weekends? What’s going on at the office?”

Emily rolled her eyes and rubbed her sore shoulder. “What else? The game just launched—of course, there’s a bug in the system.”

As she spoke, Emily fixed Tristan with a pointed stare.

He grinned, teasing, “A bug that even Ms. Blair hasn’t caught yet? Now that’s impressive.”

Emily shot him a glare. “You know exactly what I’m getting at.”

Tristan clapped his hands and shook his head with mock regret. “Working under Ms. Blair’s iron rule—how could I say no if she asks for help?”

Circling around the table, Emily didn’t bother to argue. She slipped an arm around Tristan’s neck and started dragging him toward the door. “Less sass, more coding. If you don’t get moving, Ms. Blair’s cutting your paycheck!”

Tristan, a full head taller than Emily, had to stoop awkwardly as she marched him out of the restaurant.

“Wait a second. I’m a shareholder, too! Okay, a minor one, but I don’t think you actually pay my salary.”

Emily smacked his arm. “Quit whining and get to work for me.”

With a smirk and reddening ears, Tristan grumbled, “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. But could you let go? Ever heard of personal boundaries? Dragging me around like this isn’t helping my dating prospects.”

“Oh, you’re still looking for a girlfriend?”

Emily scoffed, popped open the passenger door, and shoved him inside. “Maybe focus on explaining things to your grandfather first.”

She rounded the car and slid behind the wheel.

As she buckled her seatbelt, Tristan lounged with his elbow on the console, propping up his annoyingly handsome face with one hand. He flashed a devilish smile, eyes locked on her. “What’s this? Are you jealous because I mentioned dating?”

Emily started the engine without missing a beat. “If you’re losing your mind, go see a doctor. I don’t treat that kind of crazy.”

Tristan was a star—a brilliant coder, a master networker, and a resourceful problem solver. When Emily first founded her company, he’d been her secret weapon. He never even asked for a share of the profits. Most people would have jumped at that, but Emily knew exactly what that meant, and the realization left her with mixed feelings.

Sure enough, as soon as the company began to take off, Tristan vanished—no calls, no texts, impossible to reach.

He didn’t want dividends for one simple reason: he hated being tied down.

Emily found herself caught—wanting him on her team, but not wanting to hold him back from chasing his own ambitions.

She wrestled with it, because Tristan was rare talent; his skills always outmatched his ego.

So when he made his offer, she agreed instantly.

A whole month of Tristan Davis at her disposal.

And the timing couldn’t have been better—her company was preparing to go public, and Tristan’s expertise would be invaluable.

Without another word, Emily marched him straight back to the office. As soon as they arrived, she parked him at her desk beside her, not letting him out of her sight.