The Next Day
Lewis was in his office, his face buried in his palms as he paced the length of the room, a slight limp marking his steps. Jonas stood nearby, calm and observant, his hands clasped behind his back.
“That bastard… It’s that bastard, isn’t it?!” Lewis roared, spinning around.
“He’s the reason Mr. Lockwood called to pull out his investment, right?” Lewis asked, fighting to keep his temper in check.
Jonas nodded. “He’s behind it, boss.”
Lewis froze mid-step.
“Aurelia Russo?”
“The job offer was rejected last night, and by morning the shareholders began withdrawing. I don’t believe that’s a coincidence—especially when Aurelia Russo is living with Lucian Romano. He must have discovered we offered her the position.”
