Yes he is my king

Finally!” Grace said and itched her hair immediately when the car pulled into the company compound. They had been inside the car for almost four or five minutes; this was due to the distance. The black, stunning Rolls Royce came to a stop in the company's car lots, and just when it came to rest, Grace slid out of the car, with her black designer Gucci office bag held in her very right hand and her phone in the other. She had switched off her data; she would go online soon when the fiasco online was getting much worse. “Now, we will wait and see how things go already.” Cassandra said to Grace as they walked into the company's building. They were heading to the sixth floor where their office was located. Grace was being so serious about coming to the office because this is what she had signed for, and she really had to be punctual and regular. “Of course, they both take me for what exactly? I will damn well show them I am not as quiet and calm as I look.” Grace had told her best friend,