The Grey Heir

Bring Me Lunch

Bring Me Lunch

NIRA POV

That evening, I walked into William’s study to check his vitals. He sat at his grand desk with stacks of financial reports open before him.

"You are supposed to be offline by eight o'clock," I said, pointing at my watch. "Your schedule forbids late work."

William did not look up from his screen. "I have global branches to manage, Dr. Dickson. The market does not sleep because of your paper schedule."

"Your brain needs sleep," I argued, stepping closer to lower his laptop screen. "If you crash again, these reports will not matter."

He caught my wrist gently, holding my hand still over the keyboard. His skin was warm, and his dark eyes locked onto mine.

"I will stop when I am finished," he said in a low voice. "Not a moment sooner."

We argued for ten minutes before I finally forced him to step away from his desk. By the time I returned to my room, my body was heavy with fatigue.

The next morning, I walked down to his room to check his condition. The bedroom door stood open, and the bed was already made. William was gone.

A maid told me that Mr. Grey had left for the corporate office at six in the morning. I sighed at his stubbornness. He was ignoring his recovery window again.

I went back to my guest room and pulled out my phone. Since David had locked me out of my apartment, I had no extra clothes. As a plus-size woman, finding clothes that fit well was already difficult, and my ex-husband had spent years making cruel comments about my body, slowly destroying my confidence.

I sat on the bed and searched online stores for cheap, simple trousers and tops. I needed professional outfits that I could afford on my small remaining budget.

My phone rang in my hand, startling me. William's name lit up the screen.

"Good morning, Dr. Dickson," his voice came through the speaker.

"You left early," I said, keeping my tone strictly professional. "You skipped your morning vitals check."

"I have a full day of meetings," he replied smoothly. "I need you to bring my lunch to the office today."

Frustration flared in my chest. "I am your private physician, William. I am not your personal catering staff."

"You insisted on monitoring my meal times and stress levels," William said without missing a beat. "The kitchen staff has packed a lunch tray for me. A driver is waiting downstairs right now."

Before I could object, he hung up the phone.

I stood in front of the mirror, my heart sinking. I was wearing the same simple outfit from yesterday. I felt huge, messy, and completely out of place. Going into a high-end corporate office dressed like this terrified me. David’s hurtful words about my weight echoed softly in my mind.

Twenty minutes later, the black luxury car stopped in front of Grey Enterprises. I held the sleek lunch case close to my chest, feeling deeply insecure.

I walked through the marble lobby, keeping my head down. Sleek women in tailored designer suits moved past me, and I felt like an imposter walking among them.

I took the private elevator straight to the top floor. The doors slid open to a quiet, carpeted hallway.

Right outside the entrance to the CEO suite, Halo stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes scanned my posture and my simple clothes.

"Dr. Dickson," Halo said, stepping into my path. "Master William is busy. You cannot go in."

"He asked me to bring his lunch personally," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I am enforcing his schedule."

Halo did not move. "My job is to secure his office. Give me the tray."

Before I could answer, the heavy office door opened from the inside. William stood in the doorway, his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up.

His eyes passed over Halo and rested entirely on me. He did not look at my clothes, and he did not look at my size. He looked straight into my eyes with total focus.

"Let her in, Halo," William said, his voice quiet and firm.

Halo stepped back immediately. I walked past him into the massive office, clutching the lunch case like a shield.

William closed the door behind us, shutting out the rest of the building. He looked at me for a long moment, sensing the defensive energy in my posture.

"You look uncomfortable, Nira," he said softly, walking over to his desk.

"You changed my job description on a whim," I said, my voice tight with frustration. "I am a medical specialist, William. Walking through your building looking like this was not part of my work."

William stopped and turned to face me. His dark eyes were serious, stripped of all corporate arrogance.

"I did not ask you here to show off an assistant," William said, his tone dropping an octave. "I asked you here because you are the only person who keeps me grounded. I do not care about your clothes, Nira, and no one in this building will ever disrespect you."

I stared at him, holding my breath. His words were steady and firm, but my guard remained up. After everything David had put me through, I wondered if William was simply being polite or if he truly meant what he said.