Grace arrived just as the food was delivered to Greg's office, wasting no time as she stepped inside. Her expression was serious, her posture stiff—she clearly meant business.
Cammy, who was setting the food and drinks on the coffee table, looked up and offered a small smile. "I hope you like Chinese rice boxes," she greeted, trying to lighten the mood.
Grace barely hesitated. "Yes, I do. It's actually the best choice for today. We need to get straight to the point." She grabbed a box, sat on the sofa, and motioned for Cammy to do the same. "Let's eat quickly."
Cammy furrowed her brows. "Are you sure you don't want to talk while eating?" she asked, sensing the urgency in Grace's tone.
"No, Cammy," Grace said firmly. "I don't think you'll have the appetite once you hear what I have to say. Let's get this over with first."
A heavy silence filled the room as Cammy nodded and quietly ate, her mind already bracing for whatever storm Grace was about to bring.
