Grayson entered the assembly hall like a force of nature wrapped in a bespoke suit. His black hair was styled neatly. Though Neville noticed immediately that something was different about it—longer, perhaps?
His silver eyes also seemed to be more—lively?
Grayson's gaze swept across the assembled crowd, lingering briefly on the board members. Director Cox's smile tightened almost imperceptibly. Director Hannel suddenly found something fascinating about the floor.
Then those silver eyes landed on Neville.
Then Grayson was crossing the room toward him, and Neville had to remind himself to breathe.
He inclined his head respectfully as Grayson approached. "Mr. Maxwell. Everything is prepared as requested."
"Good work." Grayson's voice was smooth and deep.
Up close, Neville confirmed his suspicion—his hair was definitely longer and slightly wavy at the edge.
"Any issues I should be aware of?" Grayson asked, snapping him back to the present.
