Julia
“How did your meeting with Marlin go?" I asked as Van and I settled in the back seat of the sedan.
“As I expected."
“Is that good or bad?"
Van squeezed my hand. “It's unimportant. You were fantastic up there in front of the board, stating your case and making your demands."
Warmth bubbled within me at his words and also because of the access I'd been granted. It would take time to go through the information. Having the opportunity was what was important.
Sighing, I leaned my head against Van's shoulder. “I was ready to give up."
“Never give up, beautiful. You were calm and concise. When Gwen Butler began her—"
“Ambush," I interrupted, sitting up. “She was the ambush, not Marlin."
“I was going to say when she began her concerns, I watched you. You didn't let her rattle
