With his instructions given, Lucian leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood of his desk.
His sharp gaze flickered toward the glass window separating his office from Emily's workspace.
There she was, seated staring at her phone, her expression a mix of confusion and frustration.
He sighed helplessly, pressed the remote button, and the blinds rolled down while he returned his attention to the work at hand.
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~Emily's Office~
Emily sat quietly on her seat, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, her expression a mix of frustration and helplessness.
She had a strange feeling about this dinner, but there was no way she could refuse the president's order.
Emily's thoughts raced as she analyzed the facts before her. Surely, the aristocratic banquet in Cortland would definitely have the rich and powerful attend, right?
