Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Clay clenched his teeth in frustration, feeling the last shred of hope crumble inside him. It looked like the folks at Stonnell International were really backing Gregory. With their support, Gregory would be strutting around like he owned the place!

He felt a pang of sympathy for Aisha, but he failed to notice the calm that settled over her the moment Moss and Beck walked in. A hint of a smile even danced in her eyes.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable in the meeting room. Mr. Gregory will join you shortly to discuss the details of the simulation robot program."

Moss narrowed his eyes, turning to Gregory. "Did you create this program?"

Gregory was taken aback, not expecting this question from Moss.

"As far as I know, this program wasn't your creation." Moss kept his usual smile, but his words were sharp and straightforward. "Taking credit for someone else's work, Mr. Gregory, is even more shameless than I imagined."

"Utterly despicable," Beck chimed in coldly, his disdain evident.

didn't dare to breathe too loudly,

the Stonnell International reps so openly demeaning Gregory? To anyone unaware, it might seem like they were sworn enemies. Yet, if they thought so little

of people. He stepped towards her, with Beck following closely,

their gazes instinctively following Moss and Beck.

"Miss Aisha."

tone was one of utmost respect, a

Beck, it's been a while." Aisha

believe their

in the simulation robot project for "Mr. Gregory's" sake. They had assumed "Mr.

thank Mr. Connor for

eyes felt a bit swollen. Now was not the time to cry. Connor had done so much just so she could hold her

him. There's no need for thanks," Moss's voice was loud enough for all