Grayson POV
I was back on speaking terms with Flair, but I could still hear her crying in the back of my mind, still see the look of condemnation in her eyes as she believed the worst in me. It killed me. If Charlotte was responsible for this then I was at fault for not having the foresight to protect my wife against my own sister's manipulation as she continued to forge ahead ruthlessly for the company that both of us desired to get our hands on.
"Timothy where is the key to the filing cabinet?" I asked, opening my desk drawers and rifling through the various mess in a futile attempt to find it.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed it from the top of the cabinet, handing it to me "I told you I had used it to grab some files earlier" he reminded me "Your head seems to be far away today."
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