Friday, October 20th, 4:50 PM

Grayson sat at his desk, a pen tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as he stared at the financial report without truly seeing it. His mind kept drifting back to the morning's encounter with Honey, the memory of her mouth wrapped around him while Henderson stood oblivious on the other side of his desk. The Norton meeting afterward had been an exercise in restraint, watching her deliver projections in her Joy Smith disguise as if nothing had happened.

His ...