Victoria is in her office checking how Grayson Global is doing in the stock market when a soft knock is heard on the other side of the door. "In!" she answers not shifting her eyes from her Ipad. It is Frau Gretel. "Mr. Porter is at the door and wishes to see you, Frau Victoria." She looks at her maid, surprised. "Declan is here?" The woman shakes her head. "Der other one."

Victoria places the device on the desk and gives her servant instructions to let him in after five minutes. As soon as Frau Gretel leaves she opens a drawer in her desk and produces a small jewel box where she keeps a lipstick, a small mirror and a comb. She retouches her lipstick and pinches her cheeks until they are pink and healthy-looking, an old trick she learned through her grandmother.

She is standing behind her desk when he walks in. She smiles and offers her hand. "What a pleasant surprise. Please, take a seat."

Victoria sits down after him, they are now facing each other. "Don't tell me you came to help plan the wedding. We already have a wedding planner." She jokes. He is not smiling.

"I failed. As a brother, as a guardian, as a man. You were right all the time, Victoria. Declan and Charlotte should never have happened. I can see it now." She smiles and looks down, feigning modesty. He wants to wipe the smugness off her face with his bare hands.

"Well Jack, that is very remarkable on your part. But I don't see why you are concluding all this now, less than a week from the ceremony. And after the prenuptial has already been signed and..." He leans in, placing his hands on the desktop. "That's why I'm here. To call off this mess. You know you can do it, just...cancel everything. Sleep on it, if you have to. Declan will not abandon his baby, I give you my word he will be the best father ever known. He is going to college after the baby is b- -"

"I am sorry but, what is done is done. The invitations have been sent already. Conrad's relatives are coming from Canada. I, myself, have invited a few friends in Europe, we cannot um, call things off like that. Besides, as I said, we hired a wedding planner, not to mention the Vera Wang and - -" He frowns, interrupting her. "The what?"

Victoria combs an invisible strand of hair off her forehead. "The wedding dress, Jack. Me and Conrad have invested a lot of money in this event. There is no way we are stopping now." He feels the blood stirring in his veins. Jack stands up and slams the desk with his clenched fists. He is inhaling deeply, his nostrils flaring. "Why are you doing this to them? What did my brother even do to you?" She looks away. "I am sorry."

Jack walks to her in three large steps. He yanks her off her chair and pulls her close. "I loathe you, Mrs. Grayson!" he growls into her ear. "Let go of me!" she hisses. He drops her, causing Victoria to fall back, unbalanced.

He leaves, closing the door behind with a loud bang. She grabs her phone and is about to hit the speed dial button that calls security. But she stops and puts the phone down.

Not far from there a distraught Jack is punching the steering wheel of his car, hating himself for not being able to control his temper. She always gets him. It has to stop, he does not want to hurt her anymore.