Chapter 7 Kate and Grolliver

The next morning, I strolled into the office bright and early, only to discover that I had the place to myself. Mr. “I’m-here-at-six” Graves decided to grace us with his presence at a fashionably late nine-thirty, and boy, did he look like he had been through a rough night.

I breezed into his office, armed with a pot of strong black coffee. “Good morning, sir! How’s life treating you today?” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I found him slumped over his desk, his head resting on his arms.

“I’ve brought you some rocket-fueled coffee and painkillers. Need me to cancel your morning meetings? You’ve got nothing until 10:30,” I offered with a smirk.

Darius raised his sleepy eyes and muttered, “Just keep the coffee flowing, please.”

Pouring him a cup, I couldn’t resist teasing, “Hungry? A full English breakfast could be the ultimate hangover cure, you know.” Uh-oh, my joke backfired as my boss stumbled to his feet and made a mad dash for his private bathroom.

Deciding to give him some alo