Grayson:
"Rip is coming later," I informed Emily. She looked up from her computer.
"That's something you can tell me over a phone call," she said hiding behind the computer again.
"Then I'd have no excuse to come see you,"
She rolled her eyes at me. "You don't need an excuse, Mr. Howard. You're the CEO. You can do whatever the hell you want,"
"True. So I say we take a break. Come have tea with me,"
"Tea?" she asked mockingly. "Tea?"
"I don't do coffee," I smirked, taking the stapler off her desk.
I like what she's done to the place. Her taste in decore is unique. It teeters between art collections and psychedelic photography. Behind her is a massive portrait of Rip, Emily, and Holland. I'm guessing it was before Ezra. They were all huddled close. T
