Grace's POV
I stepped into the office and felt it immediately. The tension humming from Hunter's office.
Great. He was in a mood. I could always tell. He didn't even need to speak. The air shifted when he was pissed.
His door was open. He sat behind his desk, eyes fixed on the screen, jaw tight. I didn't look at him for more than a second. Just walked to my desk like I hadn't felt his gaze snap to me the moment I stepped into the room.
I clicked into my emails, my fingers moving across the keys.
"Grace." Hunter's voice cut through the thick silence. "A minute?"
I hesitated for a moment, then stepped into his office. He gestured for me to close the door.
"How was lunch?" he asked.
"Fine. Maya arrived in time. Thanks for letting her know." I sat in the chair across from him, keeping
