An Unwanted Visitor
“Good evening. Ma’am” Blake greeted me, his tone formal yet polite. He unlocked the gates, allowing me to step inside before closing them again.
Blake is the Security Head of the Bradfords. He was younger than I in terms of age–two years to be exact–but his intelligent, piercing blue eyes and the way he carried himself made him appear older than his actual age. He was polite all the time, yet he had this impenetrable wall surrounding him, letting no one get close enough to know what lies within his
hard exterior
Furthermore, he had been working at the Bradford Mansion for nearly four and a half years, and yet I had never seen him smile. He always wore that impeccable expression on his undeniably handsome face.
“Good evening, Blake,” I managed to reply politely. Blake was tall, nearly six feet two inches, or perhaps even taller than ! thought he was, making me look up to meet his gaze.
“Is Grey inside?” I added in a hushed whisper, even though there was no one nearby to hear my question.
For a moment, Blake hesitated. A scintillating doubt crossed his face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. Again, his face turned emotionless, leaving me to wonder if I hadn’t just imagined the doubt I had seen cross his face.
He didn’t immediately reply. Instead, he took a moment to close the door, as though he was buying some time to consider what to tell me.
The gates rattled closed, and the sound of metal clanging reached my ears. Almost a minute later, he returned, his expression unreadable, and there was no hint or clue in his demeanor to indicate what he was thinking deep inside. “Mr. Bradford is inside,” he replied. Though he seemed to want to say more, in the end, he pursed his lips to suppress any further words from tumbling out.
Shrugging my shoulders, I thanked him before making a beeline straight to the grand door of the expansive mansion. Halfway to the lawn, I pulled to an abrupt stop after spotting two cars in the driveway. I immediately recognized the sleek Bugatti Chiron as Grey’s car, but the light, fancy pink Chevrolet parked beside it left me puzzled.
A sudden idea crossed my mind, making my eyebrows widen in disbelief. “Did he did he bring a woman into the mansion?” The thought made fury bubble inside me. I didn’t need to guess who the company my husband had brought home was; only one name popped into my mind at that moment: Natalia.
The thought of Grey bringing his mistress into our house made my lips purse into a thin line. How dare he! Just how dare he! I cursed under my breath, my chest heaving with the intensity of my emotions.
Taking a deep breath, I allowed my emotions to cool down before they got the best of me. Once I felt as calm as the waters smoothly flowing in the fountain, I marched inside the mansion to see what Grey and Natalia were up to.
Grey Bradford sat enigmatically in his swivel chair, a document in one hand and a pen in the other, his mind solely focused on reading. The room was quite still, as though the office were empty. The only sounds that could be heard were the faint hum of the air conditioning unit and the barely audible ticking of the clock in the background.
The frown scrunching his forehead vanished, and he slowly relaxed. With smooth ease, he laid the document on the table and placed his signature where required before shifting his gaze to the woman he had nearly forgotten was with him.
“Welcome to Bradford Enterprises. I’m glad you accepted the offer to become one of our product endorsers,” he smiled. It was not actually a smile, but a forced, practiced one he always portrayed after a seemingly endless hour of dealing with business and other matters.
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