Grace had never cared for a child, yet with Sean around, it felt as if she had. His constant shadow and inquisitive gaze trailed her every step.
Growing weary, Grace raised a file to mask her face, her voice tinged with exasperation, "Is there something on my face?"
Sean, with a playful tilt of his head and a mischievous grin, replied, "No, Ms. White, it's just that you're quite captivating. I wanted a closer look."
Grace, maintaining her poise, responded coolly, "Oh really? In that case, why don't you sort out the company's last three years of meeting materials for me? I need a comprehensive view of the firm's standing."
The sheer volume of documents was enough to keep a person occupied for no less than forty-eight hours.
Without missing a beat, Sean simply quirked an eyebrow, "Sure
