The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 602

"And how much will you be paying your interns? Will they get commissions or bonuses for the work done? You'll have to figure these out on your own," Douglas said. "Once you've done that, you're good to go." Sasha nodded, though she didn't fully understand what Douglas had told her. "Thanks, Dad"

"No problem." He stared at Sasha and suddenly realized how much she had grown. No longer was she the little girl he and his wife had spoiled and protected over the years. Smiling, he added, "Of course, you can always come to me for advice if you run into trouble. I'll help you."

Sasha pouted. "You love me too much, Dad."

"Well, of course. You're my daughter," Douglas said proudly. "Who else would I love if not you?" They talked for a little while longer before Sasha returned to her room. She fished out her phone and called Shane.

He picked up instantly. "I took down a whole bunch of notes. Shall we meet up and go through them together?"

"Sure. Tomorrow's Saturday. We have all the time to go over our plans," Sasha replied. She wouldn't have to worry about their meeting interfering with her day job, too.

Shane agreed. "Got it."

on the time

pm sound?" Shane suggested. He figured Saturday morning was as

we could go office-hunting together. We still have to figure out where we should set up our office and our rent

admittedly disappointed. "In that case, shall we meet at 9:00 am instead?" She seriously considered this and worked out the

hanging up, she lay on the bed, amazed by the turn of

Huxham Corporation and making an honest living. She didn't think

washing up, I pored over my drawings. Given my slacking, hadn't made much progress in the last few days. such, had to finish my work before Willow returned if I wanted to catch

...

noticed Annalise's bedroom door was closed, he

of rest to make up for the exhaustion over the last

not bother her and instead headed

about work as well as his relationship with Annalise. He also contemplated ways to nurture

finished thinking, it was already past