Henry
Morning came quickly.
I leaned back in my leather chair, scrolling through the contract proposals for the new textile import expansion. My coffee sat half-drunk, cooling beside a neat stack of acquisition reports. I had barely slept the night before, caught between conference calls with Seoul and finalising a property purchase in L.A.
I was halfway through an email draft to our tax consultants when my secretary buzzed through.
“Sir, Ms Jennifer Sinclair is here to see you.”
I paused, blinking once, twice, before clicking my pen shut. We didn’t schedule a meeting though….
“Jennifer Sinclair?”
“Yes, sir. She says it’s important.”
A small sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed the bridge of my nose. What could she possibly want now? Lucian’s name instantly flickered in my mind, bringi
