A Billionaire's Game by Erica Frost

Author:Erica Frost
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Erica Frost

Chapter 17

Grace

It’s a busy morning at work, and I barely have any time for my coffee. Mr. Hoffman kept me occupied in his office, but when he offered to have lunch together, I shook my head. Not because I found it indecent or strange, because I didn’t, but simply because I’d already brought a ready-made lunch in the form of Caesar’s salad, just in case I didn’t get the chance to leave my desk again.

This time I did have enough time, but I felt a little lazy. I nestled into my cozy chair and opened the yellow lunchbox which Alisa packed for me. Sometimes, I think she pampers me too much, but that’s what you get when you have awesome best friends. They take good care of you and your stomach.

I glance over at my coffee mug. About three hours ago, it smelled divine. Someone had ordered for the set-up of a new coffee machine, and the beverage it makes is absolutely divine. Only, this morning I did not get a chance to enjoy it while it was hot, and now that it’s cold, it serves little to no purpose.

So, instead, I focus on the salad. As always, Alisa’s skills in the kitchen are amazing. She always says it’s just an amateurish skill, but it’s enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

When I’m about half done with my salad, a guy walks over to my desk, carrying a cardboard box in his hands.

“Are you Grace Hensley?” he asks.

From his uniform, I could tell he’s a delivery man of sorts, although I can’t tell who he works for.

“I have a package for you,” he tells me, while I’m still trying to remember if maybe Alisa or I ordered something online, and then just forgot about it. It sounds doubtful, but so many things have happened in the last two weeks that I wouldn’t put it past myself.

He puts the box on my desk, then extracts a pad and offers it to me to sign.

“Do I need to pay anything?” I wonder, hesitating to accept the pen.

“No, it’s all been paid for,” he informs me, the pen still in his hand.

I sigh, accepting it, then scribbling my signature quickly. He nods quickly, wishes m a good day, and disappears, leaving me in the usual clamor of the big office.

I stare at the box, almost as if it were a bomb and the last thing I should do is touch it. But curiosity gets the best of me. Maybe I really did order something online, and now it’ll be a surprise. That’s how you surprise yourself, you see. Genius.

I take a small pair of scissors and cut along the line of the dark brown scotch tape. My fingers tingle with anticipation as I open the upper cover. There is cushioning tissue paper inside, and it’s the first thing I see.

Then, I see it. There’s a box inside this box. It’s smaller, expensive looking, ruby red with a satin white ribbon wrapped around it, tied in a bow.

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