Cara walked confidently toward her father’s office after escorting Daniel Pierce to the elevator.
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she smirked to herself. Everything was going exactly as planned.
The moment she stepped into Mr. Harrington’s office, he looked up from his desk, his expression expectant.
“How did it go?” he asked, setting his pen down.
Cara grinned from ear to ear. “He asked me to dinner,” she announced proudly.
Mr. Harrington leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face.
“Good. That means he’s interested.”
“Of course, he is,” Cara said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Now, all I have to do is make sure he signs the deal with us and not any other company.”
Her father nodded approvingly. “That’s exactly what I want. Get close to him. Make
