Lana POV
I stared at the closed door after he left, my chest heaving. A frustrated breath escaped me as I sank onto the long sofa behind his desk. Why did he sound so angry just now? Did something I said offend him?
If it were Luna in my position, I bet she would’ve said something far worse. So why did I care this much about how he reacted?
Groaning, I raked my fingers through my short hair, then froze. “Damn it.” I quickly snatched the small mirror from my bag. My reflection looked back at me—hair slightly tousled, lipstick beginning to smudge. I couldn’t afford to ruin my appearance and taint Luna’s image in front of his employees. Pretending to be the billionaire’s wife was a lot harder than I thought.
I forced myself to get up, pacing to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. From t
