“Lee, did something happen?” Samantha asked her grandfather’s assistant, her voice laced with curiosity and concern. She had noticed the tension crackling between him and Drake the moment they stepped in. It was subtle—no outright hostility, but there was something unspoken simmering beneath the surface.
It was a Saturday, and both men had spent the entire day at the factory. Samantha had greeted Drake as usual, but just like before, he had shut her out again, his demeanor cold and distant—so different from the warmth he had once shown her.
“Why do you both look like you’re discussing something serious?” Simone’s voice cut through the air as he strode into the room. His sharp gaze bounced between Samantha and Lee.
“Is there a problem?” he asked, noting the tension on their faces.
Saman
