Right on schedule, their meeting reconvened after lunch. Grace and Cammy were the first to step into the meeting room, their expressions set with quiet determination. The air felt heavier, charged with the weight of decisions yet to be made.
Cammy had confided everything to Grace—her wants, her hesitations, her goals. In return, both Grace and Greg had offered sharp insights, refining her stance with the precision of seasoned strategists. Now, it was time to present the result.
When Duncan and Randolf finally entered, Grace wasted no time. She turned to face them, eyes unwavering, voice steady.
"You're fast, Grace," Randolf remarked a hint of amusement in his tone.
"As always," she shot back, her words crisp and cutting. Then, without missing a beat, she continued, "Shall I walk you through the revisions?"
"Go ahead, please…" Randolf gestured, settling in, bracing himself for what was to come.
