The door opened softly, and Lukas’s secretary walked in, holding a cup of coffee. She approached Gloria quietly and placed the cup in front of her.
“You should drink this, Mrs. Anderson,” Isaiah said gently
“Mr. Lukas must have been quite rough on you.” There was a hint of sympathy in her eyes.
Gloria looked up at him, still trying to steady his thoughts.
“Did you know what’s inside that room?” she asked.
“Yes,” Isaiah replied without hesitation smiling.
Gloria’s fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the table. “So he’s used that room with many women before?”
“Not many,” Isaiah said calmly. “Only women Mr. Lukas finds interesting. He has had many flings, but only a certain type of woman is allowed into that room. The type that suits his crazy fantasy. She said the last word
