LUCIEN WAS POURING HIMSELF a glass of water when he caught a glimpse of Drake in the hallway with his phone pressed to his ear. Mahina lang ang boses ni Drake pero naiintindihan niya ang ilang sinasabi nito. But Drake’s tone was too formal to be personal.
“Yes, Boss,” Drake said, and that single word sent a chill down Lucien’s spine. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak niya sa baso.
Slowly, he set the glass down and approached Drake.
“Who’s that?” Lucien asked, cutting the silence like steel.
Drake stiffened but didn’t turn around immediately. When he finally faced Lucien, his expression was carefully blank. “My girlfriend, Sir.” Sagot niya saka tahimik na humingi ng tawad sa pagsisinungaling niya.
Lucien stared at Drake for a second. “Drake, you’re lying,” he said. Naningkit ang mata niya
