Petra Voss pov
I had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The Ashford Designing Company was the most prestigious firm in the state and I was walking through its front doors on a Tuesday morning with my shoulders back and my chin level and the quiet satisfaction of someone who had finally arrived exactly where they belonged.
Ronan had come through.
I had asked him three weeks ago, carefully and at the right moment, when he was in a good mood and feeling generous. I had reminded him how much I loved design, how serious I was about my career, how good it would look for him to have placed someone with my credentials inside the company before he took over as CEO. He had listened and nodded and made two phone calls and by the end of the week I had an offer letter sitting in my email
