A knock sounded on the door, disrupting Gianna's intense work on the design before her.
When she lifted her head, she noted it was banging with aches. Cussing, she opened her drawer, took out the pill container, picked two pills, thought better, took four, threw them into her mouth, then smoothed it down with a gulp of water from the bottle in her bag.
"Come in," she said, leaning back, cocking a brow when Lottie stepped in.
"Sorry to disturb you, Miss Gianna. Director Mason is here to see you."
Gianna sighed, tired. "Let him in."
"Okay, Miss Gianna."
And then she was alone—but only for a few seconds. Mason stepped in with his usual bravado, even nursing a smile.
"Your confidence, Gianna, is a turn-on."
Gianna frowned. It was either that or laugh, and the latter option wasn't looking favourable.
"That's not a good thing to say to your employee. She might call it sexual harassment."
