Grace’s POV
I turned towards the voice, my eyes locking onto the figure standing just a few feet away. There he was—Mr. Anderon—smirking at me, two drinks in hand like he was waiting for this exact moment.
“Are you stalking me in the pub now, Mr. Anderon?” I stood up, ready to leave. I wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with arrogance as he placed a drink in front of me. “This seems like the perfect place for us to... get to know each other better.”
I narrowed my eyes, feeling my patience already thinning. “Mr. Anderon, I highly doubt that. You can enjoy the atmosphere on your own.” I turned on my heel, ready to walk away.
But his next words stopped me cold. “We’ve got a meeting with Charles Cooperatives in two days. Do
