Gianna's eyes darted anxiously down the length of the carpeted hallway, checking both directions before she slipped quietly through the high mahogany door of Caesar's office.
The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind her, she leaned her back against the wood and let out a long, shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Following the subtle hints dropped by Eleanor and the other women in the hall, finding the suite had been easy enough—partly because she had visited this room as a young girl when her mother still governed the charity.
She looked around the vast space, a faint pang of sadness striking her chest. The office had completely lost the soft warmth her mother had once breathed into it. Now, under Caesar's reign, it was stark, cold, and almost sterile.
