As soon as Grace left, the anxiety that once filled the air of the private club room gradually dissipated.

“Good riddance.” Bailey softly said and let out a deep breath, before reaching for her phone.

"10:30" she murmured. It was already getting late.

She turned to Anders and narrowed her eyes at him. He was so laid back, sipping from his glass like he had all of the time in the world.

Well, she didn't.

She walked up to him and tapped his shoulders, "when are we leaving? It's ...