Lucien’s POV
I landed back at the private hangar at three in the morning, my eyes burning and my muscles aching with an exhausting fatigue from the relentless Chicago meetings. The merger had been a complete bloodbath, requiring every ounce of my focus, but the second my boots hit the wet tarmac, the exhaustion vanished from my veins.
Arthur was standing right by the bottom of the plane's steps. In the dim, flickering light of the runway, he looked like he was about to literally vomit from stress. His face was a ghastly shade of pale, his tie slightly crooked, and his hands were twisting a woolen cap into a tight knot behind his back.
"Sir," Arthur said, his voice cracking slightly as I stepped down to his level. "We have a volatile situation."
"What happened?" I demanded, my voice com
