In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Five- Chapters 95-98 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Five- Chapters 95-98

... useful. Then he had an idea.

“Is Miss Grace joining you later?” Miguel asked in the politest voice he could muster.

“No, she’s not. I told her to stay home because I’m a fucking moron and thought I could handle this by myself,” Mac snipped.

“To be fair, sir, you couldn’t have known the extent of the damage until you saw it yourself, in person. I’m sure Miss Grace would fly out here if you asked her to; she wouldn’t want you to bear this burden alone,” Miguel suggested.

“Somehow, I managed to run my company before Grace. She’s got enough on her plate with the New York office, wrangling a toddler, and dealing with morning sickness. She’s expecting again. So, no, I’m not gonna ask Grace to fly out; I’ll figure out what needs to happen and make it so.

Daniella was, indeed, available. Although she’d told the rest of the staff to take the next two days off—with pay—until she knew where to have them report, she was working, or doing her best to do so, from home. She suggested it would be easiest to meet at her place since she had her laptop and printer hooked up there.

Miguel dropped Mac off and said, “Just text me when you’re ready for me to pick you up, sir.”

“Thanks, Miguel,” Mac said, trying to rein in his foul mood. “I’m sorry I’ve been less than cordial today. I appreciate you very much.”

“It’s my pleasure to help, sir.”

“Mind if I leave my bag in the car?”

“Not at all, sir.”

“Thanks. I’ll contact you later once I’ve met with Dani and have ...

... some sense of what I’m doing and where I’m staying tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

Miguel drove off and pondered whether contacting Grace himself would be appropriate. He decided that it might be better for him to do nothing. The last thing he wanted was to irk Mr. Stewart when he was distraught, even if he thought his boss was foolishly stubborn for not asking his very competent wife to come and be by his side.

Meanwhile, in New York, Grace waited to hear from Mac. She knew his plan was to hit the ground running, but she was starting to worry that he hadn’t called or texted her. She sent him a text, choosing her words carefully, not wanting to come off sounding like a shrew.

Hey baby! Miss you already. Hope your flight was decent. Let me know if I can be of any help on my end. Love you!

She slipped her phone into her pocket, knowing it might be a while before her very busy husband responded. Still, she kept checking periodically, hoping for some word of how things were going.

When she was done working for the day, DJ and Merlin kept her company in the Media room as they binge-watched episodes of Bluey. Eventually, she felt her eyelids getting heavy and realized it was time to get DJ ready for bed. She headed toward the stairs but decided she was too tired to walk up that many flights with the baby on her hip. She scooped up the cat with her free arm and took the elevator instead.

Once DJ was down for the night, Grace glanced at her phone.Still no response from Mac.It ...