Chapter Twenty-Two
Gray
“You can go in now, Gray,”
I nodded toward the receptionist and stood, my knees feeling weak. I’d been waiting for ten minutes, though I’d arrived for the meeting on time. Whatever it was Serge, Peter and Angela wanted to talk to me about, it couldn’t be good.
I told Rémy about the meeting, but not the part about me attending it alone. When he got out of bed to get showered and changed, I told him it was most likely about tedious paperwork, or publicity stuff. He’d hopped back in bed, rolled over and fell back to sleep.
Hesitating a moment before knocking, I willed the butterflies in my stomach to behave. Then I took a deep breath and softly rapped on the door.
“Good morning, Gray.” Serge said, then he gestured toward the table in the center of the room. “Have
