Viya's POV
I noticed Lucius's momentary discomfort flash across his face, which almost made me want to laugh. When I glanced up, I found Caesar's penetrating gaze fixed on me.
"Dr. Lockwood, not busy with the project? No need to work overtime?" he questioned.
His tone carried that unmistakable capitalist mindset—attacking everyone indiscriminately, as if he expected us all to work ourselves to death like cattle.
My urge to smile vanished immediately. "The remaining work can be continued at home," I responded formally.
"Oh," Caesar nodded thoughtfully. "A lovesick mind can still focus on work after hours?"
I'm rarely one to feel embarrassed, but in that moment, I wished I could jump down the elevator shaft and disappear.
Everyone probably assumed I'd been desperate to
