The next morning at 7, the doorbell rang. Grace ran down the stairs. "Coming," she yelled.
As she answered the door, Jullian laughed, "Come cupcake, you're going to be late for your first day as acting CEO."
"Damn, I still need coffee," she uttered, grabbing her bag.
"We'll get some later," he kissed her forehead.
Arriving at the office building, Grace strode into the office with a purpose, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Her mind was running through her mental checklist for the day when she noticed the sudden hush in the air. The usual morning buzz of the employees chatting over coffee and preparing client files had been replaced by whispered murmurs and subtle gasps.
Alongside her, Jullian Hemmingway strolled in as though he owned the place, exuding an effortless
