and this isn’t a handout. I’m always looking for good people.
Your old company will be pissed that you got headhunted
because they never realized what they had, and that would
give me an immense amount of satisfaction.”
A reluctant smile tugged at Coralyn’s mouth and her rigid
stance at the door relaxed just a little. “Yeah. Of course it
would.”
Giana didn’t want to discuss things in the hallway, but
Coralyn wasn’t opening the door any further. She looked
reluctant to let her come in. She didn’t want to push her. “Are
we still on for seven tonight?” Coralyn winced and Giana
knew what a stupid thing that was to ask. “I’m sorry. I’m not
good at this. At trying to figure out what the right thing to say
is. I really hope you’ll come over to talk. At whatever time is
best for you. It doesn’t have to be tonight.” She slid the signed
paperwork out of her satchel. “Thank you for signing these. I
know why you did it because of the note you left. The
marriage shouldn’t have happened, and it probably puts a lot
of pressure on both of us. You were right. That was a lie, but
what we’re doing now doesn’t feel like a lie at all.”
“And I know you don’t want that.”
Giana’s heart wept at the words. She was so far from being
the rock hard, stony, closed-off person that she’d wanted to
believe she’d been. She hadn’t quite ever managed to achieve
that. She couldn’t even make herself half believe that she’d
succeeded. Being cold and bitchy was a far cry from feeling
nothing.
“I don’t know if I don’t want that.” She needed to make
herself say more. Offer some kind of clarification, but it was
so hard. But then, she thought, this might be goodbye. Those