Suddenly, Grayson, who was watching him with a burning gaze, had an unreadable expression. He carefully released Neville, moving back just enough to allow breathing room while still close to each other.
Huh?
Grayson softly coughed with red ears, like he just had a reality check. He then reached down and adjusted his own clothing, smoothing wrinkles that Neville had created.
Then, he did the same for Neville, straightening his collar and tugging his shirt back into place.
For some reason, Neville felt a little disappointed.
"I have something for you," Grayson said, his voice returning to its normal, composed tone.
He retrieved the mysterious box he had brought with him from the Mecha Research Institute.
Neville watched warily.
The last time Grayson had given him something was all work files.
Some related to a new project that could show the skills that he gained from the company. Some evidence he needed for people he wanted to cut off from the company.
