LUCIAN
I was still agitated with a rage that sat low and dense in my chest by the time the elevator doors slid open on my floor.
“Good morning, sir,” my PA said immediately, rising from her desk like she’d been waiting for the doors to open.
I didn’t slow. “What’s on my schedule.”
She fell into step beside me, tablet already in hand. “Conference call with the Zurich board in twenty minutes. Delacroix Renewables wants final approval on the acquisition timeline, and legal flagged three documents that need your signature before noon.”
“Push the call back an hour,” I said. “And tell Isaac to see me. Now.”
She hesitated for a second.
“But sir, the Zurich team specifically—”
I stopped in front of my door, hand still on the handle.
“Now,” I repeated.
Her throat bobbed. “Yes sir.”
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