Gray’s POV

“Mr. Elizalde?” One of the engineers called my name after he was done presenting the proposal.

I heard him but I wasn’t paying attention. I was staring at the glass window where the sun was already rising. It’s still past six in the morning. We haven’t taken a break since last night to finish the proposal for our demanding client who called last minute saying that she wanted to change everything.

Damn! She was getting on my nerves. She should be thankful that she was a close friend of my grandfather, if not, I wouldn’t probably accept her as my client. She’s wasting our time.

I am in...