"Miss Gianna, you have a visitor."
Gianna looked up from her work on the table, frowning when she saw it was the petty receptionist from yesterday.
Even though Mason had told her that the latter would be acting as a temporary assistant till they employed a new secretary, the sight of the short lady with always widened eyes grated on her nerves.
She wasn't sure if it was because of the expressions she had seen on the latter's face yesterday—first appearances do matter—or because she just didn't like the woman.
She sighed, dropped the pencil in her hand on the table. "What visitor?"
Because truly, what visitor would pay her a visit here on the first day. Dane?
No, he had travelled, had updated his status this morning. And she didn't even think he would be coming back. Just a feeling.
Her ex-colleagues from the Aureates?
"Your mother." The receptionist said simply, shrinking when Gianna glared at her. What did she do now? She was only the messenger!
"What did you say?"
