Read Online Bound by Their Love by Nicole Flockton - Free Book Online Page A

enough of his smarmy attitude. ‘Just leave, Graham. Oh, and before you go. Nothing is guaranteed. I nailed my presentation and I got to see some of the collection. Did you?’
    As his eyes narrowed at her declaration, satisfaction at having bested him flowed through her. ‘You saw some of the pieces? How?’
    â€˜I asked.’
    â€˜Good, you’re both here. I need to see you in my office. Now.’ Another voice entered the conversation—her father, Derek Adamas.
    Nice to see you too, Dad.
    There was an excitement about her father’s demeanour. Surely that didn’t mean a decision had been made about the account?
    â€˜Sure, Dad. What’s this all about?’
    â€˜You’ll find out when you get there. Come, Graham.’ Her father slapped Graham on the back.
    Really? Couldn’t he give her the same treatment? Slip an arm around her shoulders and lead her to his office?
    When was the last time her father had shown her any sort of affection? No matter how much love she showed him, he never reciprocated.
    Greta followed the men out of her office and down the hallway to her father’s corner office. Jealousy enveloped her at seeing her father’s animated face as he talked to Graham. She’d done everything her father had asked and more. She’d tried as hard as she could to act like a cold-hearted executive, and still it wasn’t enough for him. He’d brought Graham into the agency and had been grooming him for a position that was rightfully hers.
    As she entered the office, the last people she expected to see were the two men sitting casually on the couch by the window.
    Luciano Morelli and Jeff. Jeff had his sunglasses on. It was slowly becoming clear to her the reason why he wore his glasses. They were a way of keeping himself distant from people. His lips lifted in a small smile. A smile she knew was only for her.
    Her father went around to his side of the desk. Not wanting to sit down, Greta stayed by the closed door.
    She had no idea what was about to happen. It seemed unlikely that a powerful man like Luciano Morelli would come to the agency to let them know they’d won the account. Wouldn’t he request a meeting with her father at his own office? But why would they be here if they weren’t getting the account?
    Her father cleared his throat, pulling her from her thoughts. There was so much testosterone swirling among the men. She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at Graham fidgeting in the lounge chair he sat in. He looked so out of his league next to Luciano and Jeff.
    â€˜Thank you for getting everyone together at short notice,’ Luciano started as he looked around the room, his vision resting for a fraction longer on her than anyone else.
    â€˜The pleasure is all ours,’ her father responded. ‘How can we help you, gentlemen?’
    â€˜We were very impressed with one of presentations from your agency. The ideas were innovative and fresh. We could see them complementing the collection.’
    â€˜Well I can assure you, Graham will be able to give you a topnotch campaign.’
    Typical, thought Greta. Why did he immediately assume it was Graham’s campaign they were choosing? Why didn’t he think it could be his daughter’s campaign they wanted? The daughter who’d learned everything she knew from him.
    Luciano’s eyebrow rose at her father’s assertion Graham’s presentation was the winning one. ‘What makes you think we’ve chosen Graham’s presentation? There were two presentations from your firm.’
    The words may have been spoken casually, but Greta caught the quick look that passed between Luciano and Jeff.
    â€˜No, no,’ Dad blustered, something she wasn’t used to seeing from him. ‘I’m sure Greta did a wonderful job.’
    Luciano nodded. ‘She did a wonderful job. In fact, would you like to do the honours, Jeffrey?’
    Greta’s