CHAPTER 50

Gloomy skies and heavy rain currently going on a Friday morning, Grayson watched from his wheelchair silently in the middle of his office through the full glass, as the plants that the landscaper had placed outside as well as the one that Maya had added are being soaked and from time to time following the wind that would pass through them.

“I want to be alone,” Grayson stated to his aide after telling him to stop the chair. “You can take your break. I’ll call on your phone when I’ll have need of you.”

“Yes, sir,” the aide responded and went out from the office, closing the door quietly.

He looked down at the folder that Thomas had placed on his lap, telling him that Cunningham could not be located since Monday. The folder contained the divorce papers that Callum had prepared based on his brother’s instructions.

“What the f8ck are you saying that Cunningham could not be located?” Grayson barked at Thomas when he arrived that morning and told him about the update. “He simply did not