No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The moment Grant dropped that bombshell, I felt like I'd been on leave for ages. Until last night, I'd been under the impression that Grant was so lenient with my schedule because Ernest was the secret powerhouse behind it all.

Now, well...

I cringed internally for a split second before replying, "Is it a client? I can head over right now..."

"Not a client, a woman. Dressed like she stepped out of a fairy tale, all fire and brimstone, looking like she's on a warpath to catch a cheater," Grant's always been blunt, saying whatever pops into his head.

But then he quickly added, "Director Hudson, I know about your relationship with Mr. Collins. Don't get me wrong, just thought you should know. Maybe you've ruffled some feathers?"

I was baffled but not panicked, "What's her name?"

"Don't know her name, just that her last name is Travis. She's quite the force," Grant seemed genuinely taken aback by this woman.

Shirley Travis?

For the life of me, I couldn't recall knowing anyone else by that surname.

Guilty conscience fears the knock at the door, but I wasn't worried. Instead of heading to the office as planned, I suddenly decided, "I'm actually at the hospital right now. If she wants to find me, she can come here."

"Uh?" Grant sounded shocked.

"If she doesn't come, then tell her to buzz off," I added for good measure.

I could almost picture Grant's twitching mouth, "Director Hudson, are you sure that's wise?"

I chuckled, "If Mr. Smith is so fond of his damsel in distress, he can keep her company. I won't make it to the office today... I'll be back after I clear things tomorrow."

Susie was due for surgery but hadn't gone under the knife yet. She needed pre-op tests, and Ernest could be with her. I wasn't much use there.

"No rush, take care of your family first. Everything's smooth sailing at the office, and your marketing team is as diligent as ever. Your presence or absence makes no difference," Grant reassured me.

"Is that so? Maybe I should head back then, or else what's the point of me holding my position?" I joked.

"Director Hudson, don't say that. Your spot is irreplaceable," Grant immediately assured me.

His overly indulgent, almost favoritism-like attitude towards me made me feel like royalty.

But last night's dinner had quashed any thoughts of Ernest being the big boss.

So, why was Grant so good to me?

Was it more than professional?

But he seemed more invested in Ernest and me than our own parents.

So, the source of Grant's favoritism? It was a mystery.

Was it just his way of valuing talent?

As I pondered, Grant asked again, "Director Hudson, you really told that Ms. Travis to meet you at the hospital?" "Yep, if she wants to."

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