It had been weeks trying to survive Grant Clayton. For starters, the imposing luxury mansion which had provided which had provided the backdrop for the most miserable, tension-filled weeks of my life didn't seem so horrible anymore and the more time I spent with Grant, the further I was convinced we still stood a fighting chance. He took me on dates, to the movies and rarely but sometimes, Grant even dragged me along with him to his business meetings. I suspected he feared if he took his eyes away from me for one moment, I would disappear.
One afternoon after returning from a picnic, I noticed the housekeepers were present, frantic and trying to get everything in place. It was unlike them. They usually arrived at dawn and left before I could even make it out of the bathroom because Grant
