SUZAN'S POV
A yawn slipped past my lips as I stepped out of the conference room, stretching my arms above my head. The meeting had ended a while ago, but I had lingered in my chair, too drained to return to my office.
"Ma'am, I was looking for you," Grace said, relief washing over her face as she hurried toward me.
I frowned and reached for my phone. It was on silent. Seven missed calls and a couple of texts—from Grace.
I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Anything wrong?"
She shook her head. "Not exactly. You have a meeting with Mr. Anderson from Benson Suites in the next thirty minutes. He's already on his way."
Oh no. I had completely forgotten.
"Thanks, Grace," I said quickly. We headed for the stairs. I avoided the elevator on purpose—I needed the stretch and
