*Lucas*
I’m sitting in my office, staring blankly at the screen. The glow from the monitor reflects my restless mind, and all I can think about is how my whole relationship with Helene seems to go so wrong. I hear a knock on the door, and David, my friend and personal assistant, steps in, a clipboard tucked under his arm.
“Hey, man,” he says, his usual upbeat demeanor shining through. “Helene sent over her list of demands for the upcoming event. Thought we should go over it.”
I nod, feeling a weight settle on my shoulders. “Sure, let’s see what she wants,” I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral.
David pulls the clipboard closer, scanning the list. “Wow, this is quite the wish list. Centerpieces, a specific DJ, and she wants the venue’s lighting adjusted to 'romantic levels.'” He raise
