"So, what do I do now?"
The next morning, Gray sat in his office, barely moving.
The monitor in front of him was open, but he hadn't touched anything for the last hour. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the invitation on his table.
The invitation for the gala.
He didn't know how Conrad managed to make him say yes.
He just remembered that at the end of that night, he reluctantly agreed to it as he knew that it was also beneficial on his side.
"That mission too…"
Gray leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. His fingers drummed softly against the desk before falling still again.
"…thirty days," he muttered. "Can I do that in thirty days?"
Gray tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling as if it had the answers he was looking for.
He just experienced a brief moment of rest, and now, he has a few things lined up again.
There's a gala he didn't know how to dress for. A mission he didn't know how to accomplish. Aside from that, the daily occurrence in his store.
