The Grey’s
Emilia
I fidgeted nervously in my seat, glancing around the small private conference room. Mrs. Grey sat across from me, her posture rigid and expression unreadable. I'd never pegged her as someone who'd wait for anyone, so this meeting must be crucial.
The door suddenly burst open, startling me. A woman in a crisp black and white dress rushed in, slightly out of breath.
"My apologies for the delay, Mrs. Grey," she said, setting her bag down and taking the seat next to me.
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