Gabriella
“I'm waiting for your call. I don't like to wait."
Even Damien's snarky text message couldn't sour my mood. After closing the door to my office, I sat at my desk and hit the green icon, calling Damien's private phone. After six rings, the call went to his voicemail.
Instead of leaving a message, I hung up and typed out a quick text.
“I've accepted the position. See you Monday."
Sighing, I leaned back against my chair and turned from side to side, taking in the bookcases and furniture. While nothing within this room was spectacular, there felt a hint of melancholy at the prospect of moving on. When I worked for Sinclair, my final office was what was now Johnathon's. It wasn't truly my own space, but the gateway to the CEO. This room was my first real office. A place where
