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?"

her, "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

"Will he?"

carried a hint of uncertainty. She hadn't realized

Grace. Don't overthink it. The driver will

in response, feeling slightly

list on her phone. Looking through it, she couldn't find anyone who might have information on Xander. She

rest of the morning, Grace was somewhat

what do you think about this project? How

snapped back to reality. "What

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

document, masking her emotions. "Off?

right through her

continue with this project," Grace said,

in acknowledgement,

up and gazed out the window, taking a deep breath. Just then, the office door opened again. "Luke,