LUCIAN
My PA was already on her feet with a cup of coffee when I stepped out of the elevator, tablet tucked against her chest like she’d been counting the seconds.
“Morning, sir.”
I took the cup from her. “Is the meeting with the Minister of Energy still on for today?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, falling into step beside me. “But they’ve requested your presence exclusively. They were quite adamant that because the project blueprints are classified, they don’t want any other staff involved.”
I suppressed a groan. I detested those types of assignments. Those were exactly the high-stakes contracts that kept politicians, international power players and global moguls in my back pocket. The compensation was more than handsome—it was astronomical—but their demands were never-ending and usually
