Grace There was a soft click as the door closed, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, feeling like I'd been slapped. Shock warred with anger inside me. How dare he shut me out? A retort bubbled in my throat, but something in the sincerity of his tone held me back. As my fury ebbed, the seeds
Had someone gotten fired? Maybe someone had just gone through a breakup. Misery loved company, but I would have loved to feel a bit better about my situation by focusing on someone else's. But no one came up to talk to me. The bartender didn't even linger around me. Finishing my drink, I signale
Grace Was there something in the drink? What was it? He was a bartender. I hadn't been paying attention to when he'd made my drink. Was he... Was he planning to kill me? Kidnap me? Did he work for Alpha Shadow now or Sean? I looked up at him, terrified of what I would find. His eyes were furious.
"... Mike." I looked up. A bit of the hardness in his eyes had softened. "Michael Carter." The name sent a tremor through me. I knew the last name, at least. Carter Investments had been the company that had handled a lot of Wolfe Medical's investments and the family investments. Devin had probab
Charles Grace's knock broke through the haze of research that threatened to consume me. I'd hoped to find answers buried within the tomes and scrolls that littered my office. I knew it was in here somewhere, but I couldn't find it. Rising from my desk, I crossed the room and opened the door. Gra
"You think I need therapy?" she asked, her voice a mix of defiance and wounded pride. "I think it could be immensely beneficial," I said carefully. "I'm not crazy." "Perfectly sane people go to therapy." She glared at me. "You're telling me you go to therapy?" I smiled. "I did and still do
Charles I nodded. At least she was starting to actually think about the problem rather than hoping anyone else would solve it for her. I'd have to talk to Eason about how best to break her out of the habit of defaulting to anyone else's opinions. She was a brilliant woman who often came up with
“You could say that." "You first?" He snorted. "I brought the liquor. You first." I sighed and told him about my conversation with Grace. He looked into his glass, swirling the liquid around, frowning. When I finished, he let out a long sigh, wiping a hand down his face. “Seems we’re both in