Grace Coleman's POV
My phone is ringing, but I can't answer it. I have a bitter black coffee in my right hand and the client folder for Wallace to organize the company's upcoming anniversary party in my left.
The click-clack of my shoes echoes on the floor as I finish climbing the last flight of stairs.
Yes, stairs, because the elevator is packed at this hour. Damn interns, all leaving at the same time. I hate them.
I get to my floor, and it's chaos as usual. Wallace knows how to keep everyone running around for him.
"Grace!" I almost drop my coffee, but luckily, Eli catches it. "Busy?" I sigh and take a seat.
"This damn party is going to be the death of us." Eli laughs.
"Simon told me he got an email about a party." I roll my eyes.
"Oh, Simon! Silly boy, you work here, you should
