Arlene
The moment Lucas stepped into my office, he didn’t even need to speak to make his presence known. His anger was practically suffocating the room. He was here to make a scene, and I was sure he’d enjoy every second of it.
“Arlene.”
His voice, dripping with barely contained irritation, struck me like a dagger. The way he said my name, as if I owed him something. As if I’d wronged him.
“Lucas,” I said flatly, my gaze not leaving the papers I was pretending to focus on. “Have a seat.”
He obliged, his movements quick, sharp, and full of agitation.
I couldn’t help but notice how much he resembled Liam. The same striking features, sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, but where Liam was reserved, controlled, and enigmatic, Lucas was... childlike.
Outspoken. His energy was so different f
