And I'm bound to invite you.
The cheek of that fool. Gianna mused darkly as she stood up, irritation still prickling beneath her skin, and began packing up her things so she could finally head home.
She had, of course, given Esme the same answer she had given Zane. No.
Her phone rang just then, breaking into her thoughts. She smiled faintly when she saw Athena's name flashing on the screen. That made it the fourth call in the past thirty minutes. The other three had been from Florence.
She understood their worry. It was already ten p.m., and she was still in the office.
"Goodnight, Miss Gianna…"
"Goodnight, Vance."
Although she had told him to go home by eight p.m., he had insisted on staying back to work with her on the collections whose samples were almost ready.
A few hours ago, Areso had sent in some designs, along with names of actresses who would be helping with the sampling, and Gianna had chosen to stay back to vet everything herself.
