Lucas’s POV
The words hit me like a freight train.
“You won’t believe who is here.”
John was still catching his breath, one hand braced on the doorframe, sweat beading on his forehead even though the office was air-conditioned to ice-cold. His eyes were wild, the kind of look I’d only seen on him twice before—both times when everything was about to go straight to hell.
My heart, already heavy from the memories I’d just dragged up, slammed against my ribs. “Who?” I asked, but my voice came out rough, like I already knew the answer and didn’t want to hear it.
John swallowed hard, straightened up, and finally got it out.
“Miss Avela is here. Your girlfriend. She’s downstairs with reception, asking if she can arrange a meeting with the CEO.”
The room tilted.
For a second, I couldn’t br
