Grace The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow through the house as I made my way downstairs. There was a sense of familiarity in the air, a feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything would be fine. As I entered the kitchen, I found Charles already seated
Charles chuckled. “We’ll see… as for your program, I could just as easily pay for the rest of your program.” I went still, but I shook my head. It felt like a trap, or maybe that was just my fear and trauma about Devin talking. "You're not getting another percentage of the company," I declared w
Grace “Uncle Eason!” Cecil cried. “You should come have cereal!” Eason bustled in, carrying groceries and breakfast supplies. His cheerful demeanor was infectious, and his presence infused the room with an energy that was hard to resist. “I don’t know, Ce-Ce, I think muffins—” He cocked an eye
“And the cheating?” I shook my head. “A misunderstanding.” “And you believe that?” I nodded. “He was pretty open about it, and evne if I don’t, we’re not romatically involved.” Eason's eyes softened, his skepticism giving way to understanding. "Okay, Grace. If you trust him, I'll give him th
Charles As Eason left, the atmosphere in Grace's pack house seemed to shift into a more relaxed state. My eyes wandered around the dining room as I listened to Eason leave. Richard continued sleeping in my arms, soundly. Grace returned, she seemed more assured and ready for what was going to hap
Her eyes hardened and she nodded. “Where do we start?” "With reviewing the existing departments, identifying areas where consolidation could yield benefits," I smiled. “A fair warning: it will be very, very boring.” Grace's lips curved into a determined smile. "It can’t be worse than tanking. Le
Grace A few days passed since we went through the pack and company set up. I couldn’t believe how few changes I had to make to free up enough money to pay for some of the debts. I might be able to keep that five hundred million that was free and clear from Charles as working capital. Once again,
Charles grabbed my wrist gently but firmly as he looked down at me. I blinked at him and tried to pull away. His grip on my hand tightened ever so slightly, a gesture that sent a jolt of electricity through me. His proximity was intoxicating, and my heart thudded in response. He growled and brough