Richard made a choked sound at the back of his throat. He stuttered, then tried to speak, but no words came out, just a meaningless whistle. “H…how are you here?”
Lucian walked into the room with a smirk. He flipped the paper in his hand expertly, the smirk stagnant on his face. “Hi Richard, what's that look on your face? Are you scared?”
The initial surge of shock slipped away, replaced by a fierce look of anger. “You shameless bastard, how dare you show your face here after all you've done?!”
Lucian was calm as he brushed an imaginary dirt off Richard's shoulder. “Why do you look so pissed? It's not my fault that the shareholders thought me a better leader to replace a narcissist,”
Richard's face went red with anger. He turned to Rowan. “Can you see how proud he is? How can you trust
