Grey Bradford wanted Natalia out of the mansion. He was not in the mood to flirt to an ex-girlfriend who jilted him in front of the altar and choose her career over him. But Natalia, as at ease as she seemed, showed no clue she would be leaving soon.
Despite him wanting to be frank with her that he wanted her out of his Mansion, his good manners won in the end.
“What would you like to drink, water, juice, or wine?” Clearing his throat, he finally asked her with an inward groan.
“Wine please.” She replied, her eyes brightening.
Forced to get up from the comforts of his swivel chair, he dragged his feet to the mini bar inside his office.
The minibar stood in the corner of his office, opposite where the floor to ceiling window stood. Grey had seen to it that there was a mini inside his private space, just in case he was in a mood to indulge into the comfort of his favorite beverages. Suddenly, he regretted installing one. It only gave Natalia a reason to linger in his office.