Gabriella
Entering my credit card information into the parking meter, I hesitated, again questioning my sanity. Above the tall buildings, wisps of semi-transparent clouds floated in the blue sky. I lifted my face to the warm spring breeze and closed my eyes.
A quick glance at my watch told me I didn't have time to spare. The drive from Carmel to downtown Indianapolis took longer than I anticipated. I wasn't late for my three o'clock meeting—mandate—only precariously close. In hindsight, I probably should have parked in the adjacent parking garage. It was the same garage where I used to have a reserved space, next to the CEO's. The thought twisted my stomach.
I could only assume that Damien's newest assistant now enjoyed that spot.
I wondered what other perks she enjoyed.
No, I didn'
