Grayson sat at his desk, the glow of his computer screen lighting up his face. The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint tapping of his fingers against the keyboard. His eyes scanned the papers in front of him, but his mind kept drifting.
The work didn’t interest him. It hadn’t for a long time.
A sharp knock broke the silence, echoing through the office like a c***k of thunder.
"Come in," Grayson muttered, his voice low and rough.
The door opened, and Rick, his secretary, stepped inside, holding a small stack of papers.
For a split second, Grayson’s heart jumped. He thought it might be Savannah.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. Of course, it wasn’t her, but the thought of her showing up, clinging to him like she always did, made his chest ti
