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?"

"Don't worry, Ms. Grace. If Mr. Fulton hasn't been in touch for a while, it might be because he's tied up with something. I believe he will

"Will he?"

of uncertainty. She hadn't realized the depth

driver will be here to take you to the office

in response, feeling slightly relieved.

with 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

of the

what do you think about this project?

reality. "What did

and handed her the document. "Ms. Lewis, you

through the document,

see right through her

Just continue with this project," Grace said, signing

acknowledgement, "Understood,

a deep breath. Just then, the office door opened again. "Luke, is there