her sister exposing her secret to the world sent a wave of dread crashing over her. Grace, with

e wavered slightly as she spoke, her eyes darting nervously to Grace's face, trying to gauge

to reach a conclusion, her lips curling into a sly smile. Clearly, Nina had no idea w

I'll take it and wash it for you," Gr

e the room with the shirt clutched in her hands. *What is she up to?* she wondered, but soon shrugged it off, relieved

ty below. Inside, the front hall exuded understated luxury, with elegant decor chosen to reflect the company's powerful r

ep V-neck dress hugged her curves, flaunting her figure. Today, she had chosen her most expensive

concealing her disdain. She had seen women like Grace before-many of

the receptionist asked, her

ien Gray." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her eyes flickering

ntment?" the receptio

ll the president that the woman who spent the night

ice over the phone. He had a full schedule of meetings today and wasn't in the mood to entertain some

ecretary mentio

rent about her, a certain rawness that set her apart from the usual women he entertained. If other women were rich Fr

en said, his tone l

oice was sickly sweet as sh

The woman standing in his doorway was dressed in a tight, revealing dress, the neckline plunging so low

nt, unassuming. The garish woman in front of him didn't fit the image he had in his head.

the room thickened as Grace began to feel the weight of his gaze. Her confidence f

, but she quickly masked it, pulling out the neatly folded white shirt fro

etness, "I came to return your shirt." She poin

, then back to Grace. He remained

cien. She leaned in slightly, her breath catching as she tried to catch his attention with her proximity. But Lu

* She began to second-guess her plan, the confidence she'd