THIRTY FOUR

GRAYSON'S POV

Paul drove me to the address of the MJ Modeling Agency where Stewart was already waiting for me. As soon as I stepped out of the car, Stewart approached me, extending his hand.

“Good morning, sir. They’re expecting us,” he said in a professional tone.

“Morning, Stewart. Let’s get this done,” I replied while firmly shaking his hand.

We walked into the building, greeted by the agency's receptionist. She was all smiles and polite, clearly aware of who I was.

“Mr. Lockwood, Mr. Stewart, welcome to MJ Modeling Agency. The board is ready for you,” she said, leading us down a sleek hallway lined with fashion posters and awards.

As we approached the meeting room, I could hear the low hum of conversation that abruptly stopped as we entered. The room was modern and stylish, with a long glass table at the center and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.

The board members stood up as we walked in, their expressions a mix of eagerness and anxiety.

“Mr. Lockwood, it’s an