No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 156



A flicker of confusion crossed my mind, and I was about to speak when Grant beat me to it.

"Ahem, ahem..." He cleared his throat with a playful smirk. "Director Hudson, snooping around doorways now? You gave me quite the scare."

Even though I could tell he was joking, I felt compelled to clarify with all the dignity I could muster, "Mr. Smith, don't get me wrong. I wasn't eavesdropping. I was just about to knock."

"Ha, ha," Grant's laughter brightened, completely harmless. "Just pulling your leg. What brings you here?"

With that, he gestured for me to enter his office, and I followed.

Though I had been working for several days, this was my first time entering his office. My initial impression was that it was rather... eclectic.

Now, as the company's Vice President, and with the President seldom handling day-to-day affairs, Grant was effectively the king of the castle. Even if

wasn't, as a leader, one would expect his office to exude a sense of

sofa boasted vivid, multi-colored patchwork, its shape curved like a crescent moon. The office was adorned with several pots of real flowers, blooming in vibrant colors, a feast for the eyes.

touch. Had I not known it was his office, I might have assumed

Grant noticed

wasn't to my taste, lacking the seriousness an

each their own, especially

"Mr. Smith, your office has a

laughed, motioning for me to sit on the sofa, "I'm not a fan of dreary settings. My brother always teases me about it. By the way, my brother's the big boss. I was just on the phone with him when you popped up at

chuckled, though internally I was

his brother, indicating a

doesn't happen

worries, I'm just jumpy," Grant's response genuinely made

so approachable and down-to-earth, a

president, maintained a strict professional boundary during work hours. To him, I was merely his

wasn't about being impartial; perhaps it was simply

of my reason for visiting Grant, "Mr.