“John,” Donovan called into the phone, exiting the taxi, his voice tinged with relief at the call finally going through.
“Yes, Mr Giambelli? Everything alright Sir?” John replied, his voice formal as usual.
“I left the meeting early,” Donovan explained, stepping onto the sidewalk and making his way towards the entrance of the apartment building. “I was hoping you could tell me if she got back to the apartment safely.”
“Yes, Mr. Giambelli,” John responded promptly, his tone professional. “Miss Valentino and I arrived back at the apartment not too long ago. She's settling into the master bedroom as we speak.”
Donovan's steps faltered for a moment, surprise flickering across his features. He hadn't expected Georgia to be in the master bedroom. “The master bedroom?” he repeated, his mind r
