Monday, October 16th, 4:00 PM
Around 4 PM, Grayson called her into his office. He had been distant all day, speaking to her only when necessary, about work matters. Honey felt his eyes on her whenever they were in the same room, as if he were trying to solve a complex puzzle. The day had been tense; every interaction loaded with unspoken questions. He also seemed to get lost in thought on and off throughout the day.
When Honey entered his office, Grayson was standing at the window, hands clasped behind his back. He turned at the sound of the door closing.
"Take a seat," he said.
Honey sat, smoothing her skirt over her knees, grateful she'd worn her normal shapeless outfit today with a long skirt. It was like a shield. She'd discarded the glasses but kept the wig, a small concession to
