Chapter 37: The Hunt

Grayson took a broad stride out of the elevator on the first floor, grinning and showing off his pearly whites. It was a wonderful day - Edward had come to work before his scheduled time to begin, according to Arazia's secretary, Frank had gone off on an inspection, and best of all, Patrick Sherman was dead and gone.

He nearly slid down the banister of the staircase to the lobby, but decided not to frighten any visitors and continued down serenely.

"Hello, my dears," Grayson cooed, coming around to Janet and Marianne, his favorite zombie employees. "How are you both this fine day?"

"Just perfect, Mr. Lee!" They smiled, stood up straight as a whistle and stared happily into his luscious, green eyes. "How are you?"

"Perfectly perfect!" He grinned with an open mouth, then wrenched open the gate to the back room.

The secretaries’ bright eyes followed their employer. "You sure are happy today, Mr. Lee," Janet called out. "What's the occasion?"