President's Contract Wife
Another one of the president's so-called lovers, she thought.
"Miss, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked, her tone professional but distant.
Grace, with a haughty tilt of her chin, replied, "I'm here to see Lucien Gray." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her eyes flickering toward the male staff passing by, enjoying the way they looked at her.
"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist inquired politely.
Grace rolled her eyes. "Do I need an appointment? Tell the president that the woman who spent the night with him is here." Her voice dripped with arrogance.
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