A soft vibration stirred Danelle from sleep.
Her hand blindly searched for the phone until her fingers wrapped around it, eyes barely adjusting to the light as she squinted at the screen.
Incoming Call – Stella.
She groaned softly, sitting up as she answered. "Good morning, Stella."
"Good morning, ma'am," her assistant's voice came through cheerfully. "Just wanted to let you know Mr. Devereux agreed to the meeting. Same place. Same time. Four o'clock."
Danelle rubbed her forehead. "Alright. I'll be in the office soon."
"Understood."
She ended the call and took a moment to breathe, her mind already racing. The decision had been made. She was going to meet Ashton again… and give him her answer.
Dragging herself out of bed, she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and stepped into a warm shower. The water ran down her back, easing some of the tension that had settled into her muscles the night before. But it didn't wash away the nerves.
