BIANCA'S POV

"That's true." I whispered, realizing I had wasted a lot of time already. "I need to get going now." I said, picking up my bag and the file that I had dropped on her work desk in the course of our conversation. "I would see you at lunch!"

"Be good." She replied as I made my way out of her office.

I had gotten to Manuel Russo's office half an hour later, but was suprised to see that his personal assistant wasn't on seat. Pheeww! She was supposed to be the one to let me into his office. Having no other choice after waiting for 5 minutes without...