**Lucian’s POV**
Faces don't matter. That’s what I told myself, leaning back in my chair, reviewing the numbers on the quarterly report. But the new secretary's face kept popping into my head.
Monroe. Celeste Monroe.
The way she looked at me earlier…wide-eyed, hesitant, like she knew me already. That curve of her jaw, the tension in her voice when she spoke. It felt familiar.
But it doesn’t matter.
I don’t waste time on faces.
Even if I have seen her before, who cares? Maybe she was at one of my mom’s parties. Or she's a client's daughter hanging around some event. Just another face in the crowd.
I turned another page, forcing my focus back on the numbers. Profits, deals, expansion. The only things that matter.
A knock broke through the silence. Quick. Two beats before the door ope
