The assistant stationed outside the CEO's office immediately beamed upon seeing her, swiftly opening the office door.
Only after she stepped inside did the assistant close the glass door again, engaging the electronic lock before discreetly withdrawing from the area.
Lena had given explicit instructions: every time Beauty visited the office, all assistants outside were to lock the doors with the passcode and vacate the vicinity, ensuring no disturbances.
Though the order came from Lena, everyone knew it was the CEO's directive.
No one dared linger even a second longer, fearing for their jobs.
When Beauty entered, Lucas stood with his hands clasped behind his back before the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Sunlight bathed his silhouette, casting an almost ethereal glow, yet an icy aura radiated from him.
The sheer intensity of his presence sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
"Mr. Marson, you wanted to see me?"
