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I wasn't sure what I had expected to see as Gray's office, given the mansion they lived in, but it wasn't this. My mind, trained, born and bred by the small suburbs, the slums, the constant need for money would never be able to fully understand this wealth. Even when the driver pulled up, I was still hoping that this wasn't the office. "We are here," he said, and I let out a shaky breath. I now understood Aunt Maurine. I would think I was a gold digger, too. I slowly got out of the car, holding the packaged lunchbox to my chest. I watched the tall glass building in front of me, and I felt small. Extremely tiny compared to all of that. I bit down on my lips andmaoowly started to walk forward when the driver ran up to me. "I will help you with this, ma'am." I turned, a little flustere