Emma lifted the lid, smelling the rich aroma before she replaced it and took a sip. "Well, I'm trying to settle into this box of an office, tried to get Scott to give me his office, but I didn't have the heart to push too hard," she smirked, sipping again. "I've told a couple of people that it's nice to have my own shower again, as opposed to sharing over at the Safe House," she told him.
"Any chance you can tell me what your meeting way about?" Emma asked. She shifted her long legs, lowering them off her desk before sliding them under the desk to slip her heels back on.