The elevator was spacious. Grayson stood in the corner, expression severe, and the crude talk from the men in front clearly irritated him.
Moments later, the doors opened, and the five men filed out laughing. Grayson followed, cold and silent.
Marcus started to point out they hadn't reached their floor yet then caught his boss's expression and said nothing, following him out instead.
Down in the hotel kitchen.
"Isla, take the food up to room 888. Be careful that's the young master's private room tonight," her supervisor said. New and still learning the ropes, Isla had mostly been stuck on prep work, so the assignment caught her off guard.
"Should I really be the one going, ma'am?" Isla asked, uneasy she barely knew the service protocol yet.
"Tsk, don't question it. Young Master Long
