Lucas
I am sitting in my office buried with work. Never have I imagined that I would one day take my father's company after rebelling worse than a hormonal teenager to do so but maybe it's better this way. It's enough work to keep me sane, to keep my thoughts from wandering around, all to her.
There have been several rumours floating around me, a ruthless boss, inhumane, cold, workaholic and whatnot but it doesn't affect me. I have no patience for those who don't know how to work. I have a temper and I have no problem with that. I have become sensitive and not the same as before. I don't even touch fabrics now nor do sketch out of whim.
All of it reeks of her. Everything around me is related to her. It would be torture if I were to turn back to those things which are now meaningless w
