Anastasia POV
"Mrs Greyson, Mr Greyson would like to see you in his office" Thelma walks into our bedroom as I pull on my suit for the day.
I'm sure the office will be filled with gossip about what happened at the party, me, Grace, Dante, and the auction. I should have scrapped the auction when I had the chance if I knew it was going to come to this.
"I'll be there in a minute Thelma" I turn to her with a nod
She nervously wrings her hands turning to leave but turns back to me, her eyes worried.
"What is it, Thelma? Is there something you want to tell me?" I raise a brow at her confused about why she's standing there like a kid about to beg for candy.
"Sir Dante hasn't always been like this" she whispers, "angry, arrogant" she bites her lip, "I held him when he was a baby, I mended h
