Rose resumed work the next morning, still feeling the exhaustion from the previous day but determined to focus. When she walked into the living room, Mr. Lucas was already there, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked sharp as always, dressed neatly in a dark suit that made him look even more intimidating.
“Good morning,” Rose said politely, keeping her voice calm.
“Morning,” he replied gruffly, his tone deep and unreadable. His eyes followed her every move, sharp and observant.
She tried not to think too much about it and went straight to the kitchen to prepare another cup of coffee for him. The silence between them filled the air like tension waiting to snap.
“Guess you’re already getting familiar with your work,” he said after a moment.
Rose glanced back b
