Vincent's expression remained impassive. "Madam, the young lord is waiting for you to deliver his meal."
Chloe fell silent.
Truth be told, a bodyguard who was a little less sharp would have been more appreciated.
Everyone at Bishop Group recognized Chloe. With her high-profile face, she sailed past security without any trouble and made her way straight to the CEO's office. She didn't bother having the secretary announce her—she just walked up and knocked.
Pushing the door open, she saw Xavier Grayson hunched over his computer, hard at work. He glanced up at the sound, then returned his attention to the screen.
Chloe stared at the man sitting in her father's chair, a bitter ache rising in her chest.
When she was young, her father had tried to groom her into a strong businesswoman who
