Danielle's heart sank a little lower.
It wasn't unusual for him not to answer her calls.
She tried again. This time, someone picked up. "Hello?"
It was Millie's voice on the other end. "Who's this?"
Hearing Millie, Danielle's grip on her phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.
Alexander had never let her touch his phone before. Now, Millie could answer his calls so casually. How much trust—how much closeness—did that take?
What a joke.
Danielle lowered her gaze, keeping her tone even. "Can I speak to Alexander?"
"Oh, Dani! Sorry, I didn't have your number saved on his phone. Thought it was another spam call and almost hung up. He's busy right now. Did you need something? I can tell him for you."
The thought of the brooch being in Millie's hands still bothered her.
But that was between her and Alexander, and she didn't want to drag anyone else into it.
Danielle took a deep breath. "When he's free, tell him to call me back."
Her voice was cool, distant.
Millie let out a light laugh. "Of course, I'll pass it on."
After hanging up, Danielle kept checking her phone, waiting for a call that never came.
Near the end of the workday, Gian approached, holding a folder. "Here's your employment contract. Salary's set at the top bracket—ten grand a month. If there's a bonus later on, that'll be paid out too."
Danielle paused for a moment, then set her work aside and stood up to face him. "That's too generous. I haven't really done anything for the company yet. And a bonus? That's even more unnecessary."
Gian looked at her intently. "Dani, I know what you're capable of. Your value is worth far more than this."
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