Grace walked into the office a little later than usual that morning, the soft hum of conversation stopping the moment she stepped onto the floor. Heads turned, eyes widened, and people exchanged nervous glances. It was as if everyone had collectively agreed to hold their breath.
Jullian, walking beside her, smirked. “That’s quite the reaction.”
She gave him a pointed look. “Not everything is about us.”
He shrugged. “True. But in this case, I think it might be.”
Grace sighed, adjusting the strap of her handbag. “Or, something’s gone horribly wrong.”
Grance sensed something was wrong, and as if right on cue, Olivia appeared, looking frazzled. “Grace! You need to come to your father’s office. Now.”
Grace’s stomach tightened. “What happened?”
Olivia exhaled sharply. “It’s Peter.”
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