CHAPTER 23

Grayson looked up from his laptop screen on a Thursday afternoon, inside the office in the villa towards the full-height window and watched as Maya threw a ball towards the grass and with a bark, Pogo run after it, retrieving immediately and trotted back to her with his tail wagging.

Maya laughed as she wrestled the ball from his mouth and hugged him when he dropped it.

“He can’t do anything, Gray,” Callum Moore said patiently as he handed to Grayson some documents that he is reviewing. He leaned back on his chair and followed his gaze. “If Cunningham insists, I have the files. Maya knows about it.”

“And you know overtime that she tends to forget them,” Grayson returned sarcastically. He let out a frustrated sigh as he run a hand through his hair and leaned back on his chair. “The severe trauma to her head from that accident six years ago has always been the effect even up to now. I tried getting her back to therapy but she’s very firm in her decision not to. If you remember, we had a