Grace's POV
Vita stared as Mrs. Wood's silhouette disappeared beyond the doorframe, suddenly recalling Mr. Benjamin's earlier instructions. "Wait, Ma'am, your stoma—"
I shut the door with a bang before Vita could complete her words.
Through the door, I could hear Vita's muffled voice expressing frustration about being caught between us before her footsteps faded as she headed out to follow the Chief Editor.
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I drove straight to The Penthouse, an upscale cafe located near our office building.
This venue was my usual choice for meetings with authors under Crown Publishing's roster, though Brenda Banks always avoided such public locations for discussing her work, preferring our office's privacy instead.
"That fool seriously has no sense!" I muttered angrily. "What if we lose this writer because she thinks he's irritating or immature? Damn it, we're talking about millions in potential revenue!"
I pulled into a parking spot and hurried toward the cafe entrance.
