|Grace|
I’ve always believed that revenge, when served cold, can be the most satisfying dish on the menu. It lingers longer, seeping into every crevice of your soul, leaving you with a deliciously bitter aftertaste. Right now, after a couple of hours of waiting, Anton had proven once again why he was indispensable.
"Good morning, Miss Grace," Anton greeted as soon as I picked up the call.
"Got any good news for me, Anton?" I asked, eager for his response.
"Absolutely, Miss Grace. I've secured the two invitations you needed."
Relief flooded through me, and I couldn't help but flash a wide grin. "Thank you so much, Anton," I said, my voice brimming with gratitude. Now, I truly grasp the ease and power of having extensive connections. Choosing Silvester and tapping into his network was
