Grayson POV
Flair and I begin to eat breakfast, while Roscoe subtly sneaks food from John and Mr Grant who think they are being sneaky when they slip him food. Flair and I pretend not to notice while Roscoe is in his element.
"What's the name of the managing director anyway Grandfather?" I asked out of interest as I took a mouthful of food.
"Mr. Ferryweather," he said blithely as I began to cough and splutter, Flair hastily thumping me on the back "Why? Something I should know?" he asked keenly.
If he knew that his managing director had come to me for a divorce the poor old man would have a fit. I swallowed hard, choking, and quickly drank some water. I shook my head. "No reason" I coughed as my grandfather narrowed his eyes at me, not believing me for a second "Just mere curiosity"
