Allison's POV
I was reviewing the project documents when the conference room door swung open.
Assuming it was the department head finally arriving, I started to rise—then froze halfway when I saw who actually entered.
Lucian Storm.
My body reacted before my brain could catch up.
I dropped back into my seat with an undignified thud, every nerve ending lighting up like a fire alarm.
My brain short-circuited.
What the hell was he doing here—waltzing into my nine-to-five like a Wall Street tabloid headline?
He caught my expression and had the audacity to laugh.
"Most people would be thrilled to have a meeting with the Alpha directly," he said, voice low and amused.
"Others wait months for appointments I never grant."
I kept my face carefully blank.
"I wasn
