Diora
"I understand, Mr. Giovanni," I told the receiver with a smile playing on my lips. I threw my head back on the swivel chair, sinking my fingers into my hair with my eyes closed. "But Mr. Bellwether already has a lot on his schedule and frankly, I am baffled how to fix a meeting for you with him in his schedule." I tried to persuade the older man but he wouldn't budge.
"You do know that your refusal to get me a one-on-one audience with him can affect the relationship between Bell Firm and me?" he asked, his tone a little taunting.
My jaw clenched a little and I was tempted to ask if that was a threat, but I refrained. Instead, I exhaled and plastered on a faux smile, sitting up.
"I am sure we can work with some arrangement. Can't we?" he requested.
"I'll have to speak to him firs
