After dinner, Yolanda, in an attempt to appease Giovanna, surprisingly offered to drive her to work. "I'll take you to the company," she said, adding, "If you're short of money, just ask Antonio to give you a credit card. That way, you won't have to limit yourself when you purchase."
"He already gave me one." The card was still in the drawer of her nightstand, untouched.
"Oh, that's good. Giovanna, you can buy whatever you want in the future. No need to save money for Antonio."
"Okay," Giovanna responded absentmindedly. She was still trying to figure out how to find out from the higher-ups where the project proposal was kept. Even a glance would be very useful to her.
Yolanda glanced at Giovanna through the rearview mirror and said tentatively, "Well... Giovanna, could you reconsider h
