Lacy knocked on the door to Graydon's office and heard a firm "come in" before opening it. The decorations were about what she would expect from a nouveau riche. Modern art pieces that were expensive but tacky hung on the walls, along with diplomas and award certificates. Someone was full of himself.
He gestured for her to have a seat and she sat in the relatively comfortable chair primly. "I assume you know why I'm here."
Graydon smiled. "You finally came to your senses and want my help. Let me guess…Alistair Hale offended you by not giving a proper apology."
She was too incensed to care how he guessed correctly and went off on a rant. "It wasn't an apology at all! He said that he couldn't control his son and that none of this was his fault so I should just forget it. He even called me an old maid! Just because the Hales are slightly above the Knightons doesn't mean he can get away with treating me like this. He promised Aaron to me!"
