Luna’s POV
Something warm and terrified and cautiously hopeful tangles together in my chest all at once as I look back at Diane in shock. 'I . . . I don’t know what to say . . . Can I think about it? . . is that . . . would that be okay?'
'Of course,' Diane replies with an easy smile. 'I have kind of sprung this on you, take whatever time you need. But for what it's worth, Luna, I think you'd be excellent at this. Better than Trevor ever was, certainly.'
I nod slowly, still trying to properly process the sheer scale of everything shifting so quickly beneath me.
'Thank you,' I say finally. 'For all of it. The audit, the promotion offer, taking this seriously in the first place.'
'You did the hard part,' Diane says, rising from her desk properly now. 'Speaking up, standing your ground.
