The news of Olive's arrival hit Gianna like a bolt out of the blue. She sat paralyzed for a split second, her mind racing through a frantic checklist. Had Zane been reckless enough to tell his sister about their meeting at the Whitman's mansion?
Had he mentioned the deal, or the fact that Gianna was effectively using Noah at the moment, as a pawn in a game of emotional chess? Did he send Olive here to dissuade her from her plans?
Annoyance started to simmer in her lower belly at the possibility of the latter being true—if Zane had exposed Olive to any more of this mess, she would personally break his head.
"Show her in, Lottie," Gianna said, her voice sounding steadier than she felt.
As the door clicked shut, Gianna bent over her laptop. She stared at a spreadsheet until the numbers blurred into illegible streaks of black and white. Her ears were straining, catching the muffled click of heels against the carpeted hallway, each step sounding like a heartbeat.
