Lunch with Lemar had gone better than Grace expected. She could feel his interest in her growing, and that gave her a smug sense of victory. Tyrra was nothing compared to her, and she was going to prove that to everyone. With thoughts of her successful lunch still swirling in her head, Grace pushed open the door to Flavier's office.The sight that greeted her brought her to a sudden, jolting stop. Flavier was leaning against his desk, his hands buried in his secretary's hair as they kissed, completely unaware of her presence.The shock held her frozen for a moment, but then her irritation surged. "What the hell is going on here?" Grace demanded, her voice sharp and cold.His secretary jerked back, her face paling slightly as she saw Grace standing in the doorway. Flavier straightened immediately, brushing down his suit as if to restore some semblance of professionalism."Grace," he started, his voice smooth, but with an edge of irritation beneath it. "I s
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