Emma's brow furrowed as she looked at the letter and took it cautiously. She grabbed a chair and sat down, barely perched on the edge, while she read it, the frown only intensifying. "They want you to sack me. They want to pay you to sack me." And rather a decent sum of money at that. "Bloody hell, what is this? Why the bloody hell would they do that?"
She flipped the letter over, looking for something more to it. "Feels like there ought to be an or else in here somewhere, it's got that sort of a wording to it, yeah? Bloody hell, George, what's going on?"