Claire's POV
A few minutes later, the conference room door opened, and men in expensive suits filed out. My stomach tightened with anxiety as I watched for my boss.
Lucius was the last to emerge, his expression stone-cold and his lips pressed into a hard line. The severity in his features made my heart sink.
"Great, we probably lost the bid," I thought, mentally preparing myself to tread carefully. "Better keep gentle and not provoke him right now, or I'll be the first casualty of his bad mood."
"Mr. Watson?" I approached him with the gentlest voice I could muster.
"Let's go." He barely glanced at me before turning away, his strides long and purposeful.
I hurried after him in my high heels, trying not to breathe too loudly as if even that might irritate him.
At the elevator bank, a
