“If Richard or Cecil get to that age and get into a fight, I’ll make sure they know how to kill,” Charles said. “Charles!” He lifted a shoulder. “One against many is a fight for survival. I’d rather them come home than end up in a gutter.” The thought chilled me, but I didn’t disagree. “What are
Grace After the meeting, I pulled my assistant aside and braced myself to ask her a question I had been thinking about for a while. “I know you were probably wondering why on Earth and in the name of the moon you were in there.” She smiled. “It was… enlightening.”
I shook my head. “I’m going to have to soundproof the house… Though I wonder now why my mom pretended to not hear me sneaking in when I was a teen.” He snorted. “Probably because she was more worried that you were coming home, not when you were coming home. Go on. I’ll be here when you’re done.” M
Grace My face heated as the thought passed through my mind, and he smiled at me. “I thought maybe Cecil had gotten a hold of it, but something tells me this is all you.” I smiled, trying not to be embarrassed at the sight of my binder. “She had to get it from somewhere. Thank you," I replied, ta
We met gazes, and I nodded. “I understand.” “Good, and you should be looking into expanding the team soon.” I groaned. “I hate to say it, but I think that will be more feasible after we get it to patent.” She chuckled. “I’m not surprised.” The intercom went off again. “Hello?” “Alpha Wolfe, th
Grace I hadn’t seen it in ages. It had probably been hiding in the laundry room in that corner of stuff I hadn’t ever bothered to get through. Surprisingly, it looked clean. It's looked practically brand new. He smiled. “It is. Eason said it was the only luggage you had, which I’ll be fixing ASAP.
The weight of my past choices hung heavily between us. "I know you haven’t forgiven me yet. And honestly, I'm not sure if I will ever forgive myself for walking away." She snorted. “I don’t hold grudges. I’m merely speaking the truth. Eat, and let’s get back to work.” The following days had me in
Grace Charles smiled. His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh?” Margaret scoffed. “You sound like you grew up eating that Union propaganda for breakfast.” Charles smiled. “We thought once that it didn’t happen, but surprisingly, it’s more common than people think. I have people looking into it, and