Then she was gone.
Ethan turned.
“Grace.”
She kept walking.
“Grace.”
Nothing.
His voice sharpened.
“Grace!”
She stopped beside the elevators.
Declan stopped with her.
Vanessa stayed three steps behind Ethan, suddenly pale.
Grace turned slowly.
Ethan crossed the lobby.
“What are you doing here?”
Grace glanced once at Vanessa.
Not at her face.
At the diamond bracelet on her wrist.
Ethan had purchased it two days earlier using the company’s platinum business card.
Grace looked back at him.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“It’s not what it looks like.”
A tiny expression passed across Declan Pierce’s face.
Not quite a smile.
Grace simply said, “Good.”
Ethan blinked.
“What?”
“Then you won’t mind explaining it to the board.”
The elevator doors opened.
Grace stepped inside.
Declan followed.
Ethan’s blood went cold.
“What board?”
For the first time, Grace smiled.
Not warmly.
Not cruelly.
