Grey

. I hesitated, then answered. "Did you receive the package?" The voice was unmistakable. Smooth. Controlled. A bit arrogant, like every word he spoke was law. "You didn't even leave a note," I said evenly. "Anonymous ten-million-dollar gifts are a bit... dramatic." He didn't laugh. "Would you have accepted it if I had?" "No," I replied. "And I still don't." A beat passed. Then he said, "Would you like to come and return it in person?" I paused. "Where are you?" His reply came like a dare. "My office. Fifth Avenue. Wolfe Tower. You can't miss it." I swallowed. "I'll come." "I'll send the car." The line clicked off before I could change my mind. ⸻ Ten minutes later, a black Benz Maybach pulled up in front of the café. Percy nearly fainted. "Girl," she whispered, peeking out the window, "you are not just broke and pretty anymore. You are main character energy right now." I grabbed the Birkin, still wrapped like treasure, and gave her a look. "I'm just returning it." "To your billionaire stalker," she said, eyes wide. "God, I hope he's shirtless when you get there." "Percy!" "Sorry! Manifesting." ⸻ Wolfe Tower looked like something pulled out of a futuristic skyline. All glass and steel, sharp edges, power in every inch. Even the air smelled different-like success and impossible money. The kind of building where people wore watches worth more than my entire life savings. A uniformed attendant opened the door. "Miss Grey, please follow me." The elevator soared like a spaceship to the top floor. And then- The doors opened to luxury. A minimalist, stunning office stretched in cool white marble and sleek black leather. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city like it belonged