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FORTY FOUR

GRAYSON’S POV

I glanced at her briefly, nodding in acknowledgment, but didn't say anything. My thoughts were elsewhere.

"You seem distracted," she continued, her tone probing.

"I'm just thinking about some work stuff," I replied, turning back to the TV.

Alice sighed and took a seat at the table across from me. "You know, Grayson, you should really take some time to relax. All this stress isn't good for you."

I gave a noncommittal grunt, my attention still on the news ticker scrolling across the screen. Alice's attempts at small talk were as transparent as glass. She had her own agenda, and I wasn't in the mood to play along.

Maria placed a steaming plate of food in front of me. "Here you go, Mr. Grayson. I hope you enjoy it."

"Thanks, Maria," I said, giving her a genuine smile. The food looked delicious, but my appetite was dulled by the weight of my concerns.

As I took a bite, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up, hoping it was Stewart with some news. But it was just a notifi
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