Grayson was in the middle of reviewing a particularly tedious report from their branch in the Federation Galaxy when his penthouse security system chimed open on someone's arrival.
He glanced up from his light brain, silver eyes narrowing at the confirmation flashing across his light brain.
Mother?
At this hour?
Grayson set aside the report and rose from the sofa just as the doors slid open. Her elegant heels clicked against the floor as Gloria entered. He noted with growing unease how unusual her expression was.
Historically, this was the expression she had before giving Grayson's childhood self a thorough scolding.
"Mother." He inclined his head in greeting, keeping his voice neutral. "Why did you come here at this hour?"
"At this hour?" Gloria stopped in front of him, chin raised, eyes blazing. "You want to talk to me about why I came here at this hour, Grayson Erskine Maxwell?"
