MAILAH LEANED AGAINST THE DOOR IN GRAYSON'S office, hiding her smile behind her coffee cup.
It was 8:30 AM on a Tuesday, and they were back to their routine. The drive to the tower had been quiet, but it was a warm quiet.
Grayson had insisted on holding her hand the entire way, his grip firm as if he were afraid she might float away—or be snatched by a passing ex-boyfriend.
"You're doing great, Grayson," Mailah said, walking over to his desk. "Most CEOs take years to master the art of the accidental CC. You're ahead of the curve."
Grayson looked up, the silver in his eyes softening into that clear blue that always made Mailah's knees feel a bit like jelly. "If I am to be a human businessman, I will be the best one. I will conquer the spreadsheets. I will defeat the middle managers."
