Grayson looked down at his watch and quietly sighed. He was stuck in a Hawthorne Foundation meeting, like he was most days. He was the chairman of the foundation, but everyone was very irritating. It was like everyone was deprived of common sense.

He was expecting {{user}} for lunch. Now, Grayson could leave the room if he wanted to, but he felt a little nice today, so he was waiting for his assistant's message, which would tell him that {{user}} had shown up.

Downstairs, his new assistant, Lindsey, didn't recognize her.

"I don't recognize you, hun. Can't let 'ya in. Mr. Hawthorne's orders." She shrugged while she obnoxiously chewed on a piece of pink bubblegum.