Grace's POV
I finished my dinner and headed back to my bedroom. After washing up, I settled onto my bed with another manuscript that one of our top authors had submitted earlier this evening.
The satisfaction from slapping that entitled brat still lingered, leaving me feeling refreshed enough to finally focus on work.
But my peaceful moment didn't last long. My phone buzzed just as I was getting drawn into the well-crafted story.
I glanced at the caller ID and couldn't help rolling my eyes. Still, I answered because I knew he must be anxious about me.
"Again, I'm perfectly fine, Carlos. You need to stop calling me. You've already phoned me multiple times since I left the office," I said before he could even speak.
Carlos sighed on the other end, "You know I'm worried about you, Grace. I don't know what might happen to you... and to our baby, since you're dealing with that witch."
