Lucas was called into Lena's office.
He arrived, wearing a neatly ironed shirt and polished shoes, though his hands trembled as he adjusted his tie. Arianna led him to the office, her voice quiet and low.
Lena sat behind her desk, her fingers laced together on the smooth surface. Grayson stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he watched Lucas step inside.
“Good morning, Ms. Lena." Lucas greeted with a polite nod, though his voice wavered slightly. “Mr. Blackwood."
Grayson only gave a curt nod, his gaze cold and unreadable.
“Have a seat, Lucas,” Lena said, her tone soft but serious.
Lucas obeyed, carefully lowering himself into the chair. His leg bounced under the table, but he tried to keep his posture straight.
“Is... is everything okay?” he asked, his voice quiet.
Lena
