Brettly kept a close eye on Gracie as she visited with Miranda. Knowing that she was only there for her purposes, not to see how Miranda was fairing since she had come from the hospital. Not once had she even asked Miranda how she was. The whole conversation revolved around Gracie, not her childhood friend who had been violently attached.  It was the same when she had visited Miranda at the hospital. Gracie had always been self-center. More often than not she would take advantage their friendship. Much like what she was doing now. Thing that bother Brettly was he didn’t know what Gracie was up to. That self-center little bitch was up to something, Brettly thought as he watch her excused herself from that room to use the restroom.<br/><br/>Apparently Brettly hadn’t been hiding his anger well because as soon as Gracie left she left the room Miranda asked Gracie had left. Last thing he wanted to do was take away what little happiness she had.  Miranda had very few friends. Partly because she worked so much, really it was a small part of the reason. The greater reason was because of him. Every chance he had at the beginning of their marriage he would drive some wedge between Miranda and her friends. Or they just couldn’t deal with him being so cruel to her. Walking toward Miranda, he took a seat next to her. Gathered her small delicate hand in his.<br/><br/>“Nothing is wrong. I was just being a little jealous  and selfish . I wanted you all to myself. This is our last day before everyone comes home.” He gave her an apologetic smile. Rubbing thumb over her hand. He wasn’t going to say that he thought Gracie was only there to cause some kind of trouble. “ Forgive me.”  This was something he rarely did. Ask for her forgiveness for something he had done. But over the years he did it more and more thought it was still not done often. He thought that it was one of the reason she had left.<br/><br/><br/>*************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br/>Gracie had an evil triumph smile. As she place the last virus in Brettly lap top. This would net her a large pay day. Every single file containing Brettly company would be gathering and sent to her home computer. She already had a couple of companies in line to sell to. Rouke Industries and Grey Enterprise both of whom were Knight Industies's  biggest competitors. The video that she place of a Photoshop Brettly was just icing. Oh she hopes she would be there to see Miranda’s face when she open that file. Knowing that both Brettly and Miranda use that laptop. It took mater of minutes to  place the items on the computer. Quickly leaving the office.  Her heels click, clack on the floor.  Looking down into her purse for her lipstick and ran right into something rather someone. Letting out a quiet shriek, because she had though that Brettly and Miranda was home.<br/><br/>“Alfred, You scared the day lights out of me.” Gracie scolded the old butler. “ I thought that Bretty gave the staff some days off.”<br/><br/>“Perhaps you should not be sneaking around the Master Brettly and Mrs. Miranda’s home then Miss.” Alfred narrowed his eyes at her. He didn’t explain why he was home early nor did he think he needed to. He knew well that Gracie was nothing but trouble.  It was shame that Mrs. Miranda had forgotten that. He adored Miranda always had. Thought that she was the best thing that could happen the young man he saw as a son.<br/><br/>“You’re not here to cause that young woman any misfortune Miss.”  It came out as an order and promise. Gracie ignored the old man not believing that he was any threat. Planning on having a word Miranda about him not knowing his place. Alfred watched the young woman head toward the library. Sighing he went his own way. Brettly would take of her soon enough, he hoped.  If not he would.