Author's POV
Lucian's assistant stood at the office doorway, gripping her phone tightly, her face screaming that she was mentally preparing for whatever reaction her news would trigger.
After a deep breath, she knocked softly and stepped in cautiously.
"Mr. West, I've heard back from Dreamland Jewelry. Ms. Quinn said..." Her voice trembled slightly under Lucian's piercing gaze.
Lucian sat in his massive black leather chair, fingers drumming rhythmically against the solid wood desk.
Sunlight slanted through the window, highlighting his cold profile. He glanced up at his assistant, several unsigned contracts spread before him.
"Said what exactly?" His voice was unnervingly calm.
"She said her energy levels and health conditions won't allow her to participate in the ove
