Grayson woke the next day with a slight hangover. He and Ari had a nice time with Carlton and Vickie the night before. And, to Grayson’s amazement, Carlton was actually on his best behavior. He said something out of line once, and Vickie cut him off immediately. Maybe Vickie was what Carlton needed after all.
Since Grayson hadn’t spent much time at the office lately, he wanted to go in and see what was going on. The civil unrest was now moving into the streets of Estrea, and he had a feeling that Marcus had been the cause. If not entirely, then in part. Luckily, he was still in jail, so he hadn’t incited the riot this time. After the traitorous statements he made, he wasn’t getting out for a while... or at least Grayson hoped.
Grayson headed down the hallway toward his father’s office and knocked on the door.
“Come in!” the king’s voice rang out. When he saw Grayson, his face lit up. “Come in, my boy! How are you today?”