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
I decided to call Eason. “Are you planning another impromptu address?” He asked, laughing. “Cause I want to be invited to that one, not just catch the tail-end.” I laughed. “I actually wanted some… public relations advice. I’ll pay you—“ “Let me come over and enjoy your new boyfriend’s cooking, a
Grace Amira was a goddess of miracles and pettiness. Not only had she gotten a stamp with my petty signature made, but she had set up a workflow between the transfer system and the pack’s messaging system to tell everyone who was transferring that they had a week to get out or they would be escorte
Eason blinked again, then dropped his gaze and swallowed. I looked between the two of them. “What was that?” “Eason hasn’t been sleeping,” Charles said. “And he was sending himself into a spiral. He’s reacting to the state of the pack… Specifically, you.” I blinked and looked at Eason. “You…” Ea