(Lucas’ POV)
I finally texted my mother to find out what was going on, and she texted back that an emergency had come up, and she was on her way to the clinic. So I went down the street and grabbed some take-out, then headed back to the office. I sat at my desk, alone, and ate my lunch as I worked on some proposals for meetings next week.
I had several, two of which were for Beauté Classique. This was one of our busy seasons, what with fall arriving soon. Which meant our fall showing would be taking place soon, and I had three clothing companies I was going to need to schedule shows for.
That meant we had to hire models, make sure all our designs were fully developed, and our inventory was fully stocked and ready for sale. As I’ve mentioned, I take care of our fashion arm of the busin
