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
He nodded. “It really is.” It felt like hours later, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes later that I was standing in the foyer looking out the window at the small mob outside, shouting with megaphones and picket signs. Charles pat my shoulder. I looked up at him. “I have Enforcers s
Grace I walked in, still fuming, and heard clapping. I looked up to see Charles there. The receptionist stood up and clapped, too, as did the security officers on the floor. Someone let out a wolf whistle, and I flushed. Charles grinned. "See. All of the above worked just fine." I turned back and