Arianne was closing her laptop when Gio appeared at her door.
She'd been efficient all day — clearing her desk, wrapping up loose ends, making sure no one would call with an emergency. The quarterly assessments were coming. They'd be buried in work soon enough. But today was different. Today was hers.
Gio had his tablet in one hand and the particular expression he wore when he had multiple things to tell her and was prioritizing which one to lead with.
"Angelika Sinclair has requested a meeting."
Arianne paused. Angelika had been at the Rochefort hotel for over a week now. Since the club. Since the station. Since she'd stood on the curb in Audrey's coat and asked why Arianne was helping her.
"Schedule it. One of these days. Not today."
Gio nodded. "There's also a request from one of the skincare brands you invested in. They're asking for a favor. I sent the proposal to your inbox."
"Urgent?"
"No."
"I'll check it at home."
