I woke up early, not because I had to, but because I had a plan.
Damian thought I'd roll over and wait for him to grant me an audience. Wrong. If he wanted me to make an appointment, fine. I'd make one. And if his office turned me away, I'd find another way in.
I dressed carefully. One of Renée's outfits a structured blazer, fitted trousers, shoes that made me feel like I could break through walls. I pulled my hair back, swiped on lipstick. Not red. Nude. Professional.
Then I called Cross Industries.
"Mr. Cross's office, how may I direct your call?" The voice was young, bright. Piper.
"Hi, Piper. It's Grace. I need to schedule an appointment with Damian."
A pause. "Oh. Hi, Grace. Um, Mr. Cross didn't mention any appointment."
"I know. But I'm starting a clothing line, and he said we
