She would start with Arthur Beckett's office, Gianna decided.
Since the staff meeting was rapidly approaching, the old monster would either be locked in Mason's wing finalizing the talking points or conferring with the senior directors in the private lounge to arrange the agenda topics before bringing them down to the general staff.
Inhaling deeply, she smoothed down her designer skirt, straightened the lapels of her blazer, and walked out to execute her second mission of the day.
Minutes later, she stepped out onto the penthouse floor, only to be instantly met by Arthur's primary personal assistant—a seasoned, formidable woman whose eyes narrowed in immediate skepticism at Gianna's unannounced arrival.
"He is not accepting visitors prior to the boardroom assembly, Miss Aldo," the assistant stated, her voice flat.
But Gianna had come adequately prepared. She raised the thick leather folder in her hand, containing a copy of the advanced designs she had been reviewing.
