In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Grace stared blankly at her phone, lost in thought.

"Ms. Lewis, here is your ginger tea. Please drink it while it's hot."

Marien's voice broke Grace's train of thought. Grace quickly composed herself and said, "Just leave it, thanks."

"Okay."

As Marien was about to leave, Grace stopped her. "Marien, do you think if someone is suddenly out of reach, it could mean something has happened?"

Marien was experienced in her ways. Seeing Grace's furrowed brows, she instantly understood. "Ms. Grace, you're not talking about Mr. Fulton, are you?" Grace blushed at having her thoughts read.

"Marien, you ..."

Marien explained with a smile, "You've been mentioning Mr. Fulton for the past few days. It's hard for an old lady like me to ignore it."

Grace's face turned even redder. "Marien, what are you saying?"

If Mr. Fulton hasn't been in touch for a while, it might be because he's tied up

"Will he?"

of uncertainty. She hadn't realized the depth of

will be here to take you

in response, feeling slightly relieved. "I understand, Marien. Thank

a smile. Grace got out of bed and opened her contact list on her phone. Looking through it, she couldn't find anyone who might have information on Xander. She fell into deep thought, wondering if she knew too

the

repeated himself again, asking, "Ms. Lewis, what do you think about this project? How

back to reality. "What did you

sheepishly and handed her the document. "Ms.

the document, masking her emotions. "Off?

her and asked, "Is

nothing! Don't overthink it. Just continue with this project," Grace said, signing

acknowledgement, "Understood, Ms.

gazed out the window, taking a deep breath. Just then, the office door opened again. "Luke, is there something