Charles’s Achilles Heel

This was the first time Charles was ignoring her and Grace felt really bad. It wasn't a pleasant experience to be ignored by such a cute little boy whom she had come to love.

"Be patient, Grace, I'm sure he will come around soon," Mr Fitz comforted, understanding perfectly how Grace was feeling at the moment.

Grace nodded expectantly and followed behind.

As they walked down the hallway together, Grace was still stunned at how easy it was for Mr Fitz to get Charles to open the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Fitz," she said, her voice tinged with relief. "You must be a genius to be able to convince him," she confessed.

"Let's say it's because I happened to guess Charles's Achilles heel and knew how to appeal to it. It was a gamble though, but I'm glad it worked," Mr Fitz offered a knowing smile.

Grace's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "His Achilles heel? What do you mean?"