In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

After eating with Hestia, Grace bought some food to go and sent it over to Fulton Group.

She told Xander that she had hired an errand boy, but the truth was that she was already in the car.

"Ferolia requires a reservation, and they change their menu every three days. They won't repeat their menu, either."

Xander replied, "Thank you, Grace. I'm anticipating it greatly."

Grace couldn't help but smile when she saw the message.

After the previous incident, the receptionist recognized who Grace was and did not try to stop her.

Instead, she led Grace straight to a private elevator. "Please come with me."

After the receptionist had swiped her card for access to the top floor, Grace inclined her head in thanks.

Although night had fallen, Fulton Group was brightly lit, especially the top floor.

It wasn't the first time Grace had come over. She saw that the office that had belonged to Jake had now been converted to a data room.

She walked down the corridor, holding the box of food, and stopped when she reached the end.

Xander's voice traveled out from the conference room. She stood still and looked through the window.

He was sitting at the head of the table with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

that had been approved or were pending approval. There were several executives surrounding him, reporting about their work and discussing strategic plans.

handsome when they were working, but

handsome; he also had

not noticed her, but Chad had. He opened the door and walked out. "It's

last time. Any woman who could

lips curved. "How long will it take for him

you want

don't need to disturb him. I'll wait

her away. "You can wait

this was the first

office was furnished in

style was minimalistic and sleek. It was an open-plan office with an area for entertaining

of it was a lounge where Xander

was open, allowing the breeze in. It ruffled the papers

will let Mr. Fulton know

her head politely. As she sat on the couch and took in the room, she suddenly wondered what

at the thought.

than

a phone call. She peered groggily at it and

"Victor?"

you gone home to sleep? Wow, Grace, how

sounded as if he was by

more alert. "No, I haven't. What is