The moment Grace reached her boss’s office door, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Gathering herself, she raised her hand and knocked softly.
“Come in,” came a deep voice from within.
Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. “Sir, you sent for me?”
“Please, sit down, Miss Valdez,” Mr. Mason said politely, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk.
Grace sat down cautiously, her nerves on edge. “Is there a problem, sir?”
Mr. Mason leaned forward slightly, his expression calm but probing. “I’ll get straight to the point. Is it true that Nelson Divine is your fiancé? The media certainly thinks so.”
Grace froze. “Uh… I—” Her mind scrambled to find a convincing answer. How can I possibly tell him that Nelson Divine is not only my supposed fiancé but now my husb
