"Are you going to ask him or should I do it for you," Grace suggested innocently, not knowing that she had unknowingly set a trap for herself until she saw Ingrid's eyes glowing unusually.
"You see what I mean? You're everybody's favorite, including Mr Fitz," she declared triumphantly.
Grace was lost for words. How did poor Mr Fitz suddenly get roped in again?
"I would advise you reduce the time you spend watching those romantic movies as it appears you've been doing more of that lately,"
"It's not my fault, Grace. This particular movie happens right before my eyes everyday andI'm notthe only one wayching," Ingrid said with a mischievous look.
"Do you believe I can punch you right now?" Grace threatened.
Ingrid stuck out her tongemie at grave as she yelled, "Remember the contract."
"Arrgh! Damn the contract," Grace clenched her fist in feigned anger.
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