Page 11 of Let it Breathe
"Tell me, Ms. Darielle," Donovan said, "what does the business mean to you?"
I bit my lip and stared him down. What was he doing here? Why was he asking? What game was he playing now? I exhaled and dropped my hands.
"It means family to me. I grew up on those vineyards. I played on that land and learned about the wine business from the seasonal pickers to the CEO." I motioned to my dad and wiped the tears from my eyes. "This business gave my family its legacy, and it's my job to protect it and make sure it continues. I will do whatever I have to do to make that happen."
He nodded.
"Thank you for your time. If you have any further questions, please feel free to talk with my father, my brother, or me. Enjoy the rest of your conference."
I walked off the stage and stopped. My heart beat out of my chest, and I couldn't breathe. Why did he ask a question? Why did I cry?
The murmur of the crowd grew louder.
I needed some air. I needed to get out of here.
I turned around and walked smack dab into the chest of Donovan Bryant.
