"I'd be your employee," Emmeline said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Assuming I get hired back, of course. And if you show me a hint of favoritism, I'll have your head, Shacklebolt."
She thought she would rather like working for Kingsley. He was a very skilled and organized man, a brilliant wizard; there were very few people she worked with better. Not only speaking of her career in this particular case.
Vaguely, she remembered that tonight was supposed to be about her emotions. Ah, well, she'd made some progress, at least.