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?"

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

"Will he?"

uncertainty. She hadn't realized the depth

will be here to

hummed in response, feeling slightly

bed and opened her contact list on her phone. Looking through it, she couldn't find anyone who

of the

"Ms. Lewis, what do you think

to reality. "What

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

through the document, masking her emotions. "Off?

see right through her and asked,

with this project," Grace

hummed in acknowledgement,

a deep breath. Just then, the

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