Grayson's phone was going to end up thrown against the wall one way or another. People were just so stupid, he didn't even know how he had dealt with it for this long.

The sounds of his knuckles cracking and deflating himself against the back of his chair filled the office. He had just gotten off a call with a more than irritating business partner and needed a break, something to clear his head for the second.

A moment later, his grey eyes flew up towards the door when he heard it open. You, his secretary for his job at the Hawthorne Foundation. Grayson was a bit mean and bossy, as perceived to anyone who had met him. But he knew that you knew he could be a tad loving at heart.

"The folder you have," Grayson gestured to the manila folder that you had in you hands with a few fingers. "better be good news."