( Penelope's POV )
I entered the hotel room and saw that Graham was sleeping, still in his formal dress, and didn't even take off his shoes. I placed the cake and the papers on the table and went near his legs to take off his shoes.
I sat on the other end of the bed with the paperweight in my hands and saw Graham's sleeping face. His hair is shorter than what he had four years ago. He liked to keep it long so that they fall on his face while now his hairs are short and neatly combed back.
I was looking at his sleeping face and playing with the little thing in my hands when my phone buzzed as an email popped up on my phone. I looked at it. It was from my manager at the club. I read the mail that she sent me.
( To: SmithPenelopexyz@abc.com
From: KatieChim@abc.com
Sub: Firing notice.
Ms,
