Finally. Gianna mused, her eyes running through Daphne's message that had arrived just a few seconds ago, the words almost blurring as relief rushed through her.
Finally, the board was requesting her presence. She had almost died of impatience and waiting.
It had been days since she pitched the idea to Mason and his assistant—long, dragging days, and days since she had battled and lived with restlessness because of the silence that followed, the suffocating quiet that had ensued since then.
Now, finally, she was about to be freed from its bondage.
She and Vance.
The fellow hadn't stopped popping into her office now and then, sometimes speaking, sometimes not, but his eyes held enough communication for the both of them. They always said the same thing: the board was taking their damn time.
"Finally…" she muttered aloud, the word slipping out like a prayer.
She exhaled loudly, the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding leaving her in one long rush.
