Why are you using my name at work?! Can't you differentiate between the two?
Neville hurried, shook his head, and waved both hands in front of him. His whole body was telling Grayson, 'absolutely not, do not bring me into this.' He even took a half-step backward, as though the physical distance might somehow remove him from the conversation.
Grayson's mouth curved into a small smirk. He tilted his head toward the display.
An invitation and a trap of someone with a handsome face.
[Neville!] Gloria's voice echoed in the room like a bell. [Come here, come here! Let me see you!]
There was no escape. Once Gloria had you within range, resistance was futile.
Neville swallowed the irritation he felt toward Grayson, who had just thrown him directly into orbit, adjusted his expression into something pleasant and presentable, and walked forward.
"Mrs. Maxwell. Good morning." His voice came out steady. Professional. Exactly the right amount of respect.
