THE FOLLOWING MONDAY did not feel like a chore. For Grayson, it felt like a deployment.
He stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, adjusting his tie finally with acquired skill.
"You're smiling," Mailah noted, leaning against the doorframe with two cups of coffee. She was wearing a cream-colored suit.
Grayson turned, the silver in his eyes flashing with a predatory heat as he took his coffee from her. "Last week, I learned that a rival firm is trying to poach our lead architects. In my world, I would have simply erased their bloodline. In this world, I get to bankrupt them using something called a 'hostile takeover.' It is remarkably cathartic."
Mailah giggled, reaching up to straighten his collar. "Just remember, no actual fire."
"I make no promises if they mention sustainable bamboo again," he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a lingering, caffeinated kiss.
