He dressed up in sweat pants and a t-shirt for the night. Hearing a knock on his door as he stepped away from the dressing table, his heart jumped in anticipation.
"Who's there?" He called.
"It's me, Sir. Alice. I brought you some food. Mr Grant called to say you barely had anything today."
That was mostly true. His eating habits were at an all time low, considering all the crap he had to deal with.
As he made his way to the door, he paused, thoughts of the chicken he left in his office room playing in his head. He had instructed the maid in charge of cleaning his home office to throw the chicken away before he left for work that morning.
He hoped she had the good sense to do it in secrecy. He already had enough problems with Fay. If word got back to her about what he did, she would be absolutely mad.
