تسجيل الدخول12 hours a day, six days a week, that’s how intense Grace’s schedule got over time.
She came home tonight, earlier than usual. That is, a quarter past 9.“Hey,” Grace said in a tired huff, closing the front door behind her.William had dinner waiting. He had gotten good at timing it. Chicken piccata tonight, because she mentioned craving something with lemon to cut through the bland food she’d been having to eat lately.“Smells good,” she said, as she came in and dropped her bag on the couch. It was stuffed with script revisions and protein bars.After they kissed, he told her, “Eat while it’s hot.”Grace sat. She even picked up her fork. But her phone stayed on the table beside her plate, screen-up, and William watched her eyes flick to it every few seconds, pulled by some gravitational force stronger than hunger or exhaustion or the man sitting across from her who spent forty-five minutes makFor the first time in the history of benefactor banquets Jonathan Ellington organized yearly, the Morells were invited. A great sign! According to Agnes… or anyone who knew what was happening, really.Felix was busy in his room getting ready for the banquet he’d sworn he wasn’t going to attend.He had complicated feelings about the whole night. On one hand, he understood the stakes. The Ellington name meant the kind of connections that could move Morell Industries from respectable to untouchable. If he could pull off what his mother was hoping for, it would cement everything.He couldn’t entirely explain that second feeling. Maybe it came from already knowing what it felt like to fail at relationships. He was a disaster with Wren. Something even much worse with Bianca.It could also be from knowing, that whether he liked it or not, he felt something for Wren, which made moving on to this next move of Agnes’ feel more challenging. So
6 AM on a Monday and Wren was already at war, in the same company, but in a different office. The office that used to be William’s. Aside from the larger size of the office, everything else there felt unforgiving.Her office door opened without a knock.“Conference room B is ready,” Julianne said from the doorway.The meeting ended twelve minutes ago. Eight department heads, fifty minutes of Wren making it clear she wasn't playing games. Charlotte would be here in less than two weeks, and Wren needed to mark her territory as strongly as possible, as president, before that time came.Wren had stayed on her feet the whole time of the meeting; neither did she lean on a thing. She corrected their numbers from memory and shut down any excuses anyone made. She even made one guy visibly sweat when she pulled up receipts that contradicted his reports. After that, the rest of them got smart fast.Now she headed back to her office with Julianne keepi
Going back home turned out even worse than Wren expected, bad enough that she wished she never went in the first place. Not only was her father sending Charlotte to her branch, but he also wanted her to consider the marriage alliance with Felix again? Was this his indirect way of pushing her out of the business and making his favourite daughter excel? That was the only reason Wren could think of. He made her pave a way for Charlotte to get into the company easily, and then instead of making her step down, he intended to tie her down in a marriage with her ex-husband.If Jonathan truly cared about the alliance and the reconciliation of families, then why didn’t he offer Charlotte instead? Wren already knew Jonathan didn’t care about her and was only using her to care for his business, but it just kind of hurt that he kept proving her right.Wren stood still in the field, staring down at the shuttlecock less than a foot from her in the grass.“Wren!&rd
When he came back out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, Grace was still on the couch. Still on her phone. The TV was also on now, and a renovation show was playing on mute, but she wasn’t watching it.“Grace.”“Hmm?”“It’s almost 11.”Grace glanced at the time at the top of her screen in surprise. “Shit. Nathan’s sending script notes for tomorrow. I should probably…”“You should probably sleep,” William finished for her.“After I finish these. They’re important.”William silently went on to put on some shorts and then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She didn’t come into the room until a few minutes to 12.Grace looked surprised to see William still up.“Sorry,” she said. “I had to wrap some things up with them.”“They should really let you keep the few hours you get to you
12 hours a day, six days a week, that’s how intense Grace’s schedule got over time.She came home tonight, earlier than usual. That is, a quarter past 9.“Hey,” Grace said in a tired huff, closing the front door behind her.William had dinner waiting. He had gotten good at timing it. Chicken piccata tonight, because she mentioned craving something with lemon to cut through the bland food she’d been having to eat lately.“Smells good,” she said, as she came in and dropped her bag on the couch. It was stuffed with script revisions and protein bars.After they kissed, he told her, “Eat while it’s hot.”Grace sat. She even picked up her fork. But her phone stayed on the table beside her plate, screen-up, and William watched her eyes flick to it every few seconds, pulled by some gravitational force stronger than hunger or exhaustion or the man sitting across from her who spent forty-five minutes mak
Felix turned away from her, walking to nowhere in particular, just holding his thumb and index fingers around his temples.“Call it off. I don’t care what discussions you’ve had with Jonathan Ellington, tell him you spoke without my consent and that there’s been a misunderstanding.”“You know I can’t do that,” Agnes refused.She then came beside him. “The Ellingtons are one of the wealthiest families in this country. A marriage alliance with them would double our family’s influence overnight.”“And we don’t have enough influence?”“No one ever has enough influence. That’s ot how this world works, and you know it,” she snapped at him, irritated at his behaviour.Felix did know it. That was the frustrating thing. Everything his mother was saying made sense, strategically. The Ellingtons were the kind of family that other families orbited around, hoping fo







