"Without my permission?"
Gianna could scarcely believe it. They took her designs without letting her know. They couldn't even text her. They…
She shut her eyes, hating the feeling that came with the knowledge. They had no exclusive right over her designs, or hadn't she made that clear the last time? How could they…
She shook her head, remembering Richard. That imp with the look of a snake. Was it any surprise?
"What did Arthur say?"
"Sir Arthur gave permission. I heard he thought it was a good idea. Mason and Daphne came in here to select one of the designs… I served as witness to make sure they didn't tamper with any other."
But they already did, Gianna thought bitterly. Didn't they look through each design critically while making a choice?
She looked at Lottie—really looked—and thought the receptionist was a good hearer. Maybe she would be a good weapon in her arsenal?
