Lucas’s POV
Work had always been my escape.
The place where I could lock everything else away and become someone else—calm, focused, untouchable. But today, sitting behind my desk in LukeTech’s main office, dressed in plain clothes. I felt anything but in control.
The office was quiet.
Sunlight poured in through the glass windows, bouncing off the polished floor and the steel-and-glass decor John insisted made the place look “powerful.” I didn’t care about any of that right now. My attention was fixed on the thick folder spread open on my desk.
John’s handwriting stared back at me.
Names. Dates. Hospital records. Financial trails. Redacted reports. Security logs that never made it into official systems.
Information.
The kind of information that could ruin lives.
I leaned back in m
