Lucian stood in front of the mirror in his room, buttoning up his black shirt. He grabbed his suit jacket from the chair and pulled it on. His dark hair was already combed neatly. He looked at himself once, fixed his cufflinks, and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
The house was quiet as he walked out. His footsteps echoed through the wide hallway. Outside, the air was fresh. The long driveway led down to a shiny black Rolls Royce waiting by the steps. His driver, Alaric, stood by the door and bowed his head.
“Good morning, sir,” Alaric said.
Lucian gave a short nod and stepped into the back seat. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.
The drive to the office was calm. Lucian stared out the window as the city passed by. He didn’t think about breakfast or small talk. His mind was
