Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Of course he wasn’t leaving her out to dry.

Matthew nodded. He’d put Blanca at his side to ward off courtiers, not to run errands for Alan.

Consider how much property there was under the Grant family, if they handed everything big and small over to Blanca to manage, there probably wouldn’t even be a strand of hair left at the end…

“Let’s rescind your order, Grandpa. I’ve already promised to let Blanca come into the office for work,” Matthew said, his face giving nothing away.

What?!

Come to the office to work?!

Blanca had been explaining meekly to the old man how she wasn’t fit to be that sort of manager and had been about to lower herself to the image of an illiterate country bumpkin when Matthew just up and tossed out that depth charge.

Since when had he agreed to let her go to the office and work?

wages?

go to the office?” Carrie was displeased again and couldn’t help

stay at home and learned their stuff - play the piano or tend the flowers or something. Carrie had been upset, of course. If her daughter was just being kept in the house to play the piano and tend flowers, how was she supposed to get into

a

“Why not?”

simple words

in to work? In an office?

a decent job like this when she was

she’d mess things

go work in the office. I’ve only just gotten married to Matthew… The two of us… have to stick together, right? I’m

as she

Empire Group because she couldn’t bear to part from Matthew, it was also a roundabout warning. Meaning that if she couldn’t go to the Empire Group, she was going to stay and

“Oh, that’s…”