CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE : BENSON GROUP OF COMPANIES

~GEORGE~ Sir, you still need to rest Those were the words of my private maid to me before I left the house, but I knew resting – although it is good for my health, it won't help matters in any way. I couldn't sleep at night; by the time I finally did, it was well past one in the morning. I wasn't dressed so officially but in simple black trousers and a blue shirt. A knock sounded on the door, and I raised my head, hoping it was Lydia. I haven't set my eyes on her today, and it's bothersome. What's her present mindset about me? That I'm not the responsible workaholic boss she's known but a rapist…? I tried my best to wave off the thoughts that did nothing but make me feel bad, but they were stubborn. They refused to leave me, and at a point, they became overwhelming. Come in said, and almost immediately, the door knob twisted, opening widely while its creaking sound echoed. Grace came, disappointing my predictions. Good morning, sir," she greeted me, and I hesitated to respond.