**28th Floor, CEO's Office.**
Lucas sat impassively in his executive chair, gripping a fountain pen tightly in his hand.
His eyes were shadowed, dark and unreadable.
"Beauty has been gone for three days now.
Don't you even want to go after her?" Drake rose from the sofa, turning his back to Lucas.
His expression remained elusive, as always.
A cigarette dangled between his slender, elegant fingers, which hung loosely at his sides.
He spoke softly, almost under his breath.
Two seconds of silence passed—so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the office.
Without shifting his expression, Lucas twirled the pen in his hand and finally curved his lips into a faint smile.
"Knowing she's safe is enough for me.
Let her cool off there for a while.
With everything that's happened lately, she's been under a lot of pressure.
A few peaceful days away might do her good."
Drake spun around instantly, staring at Lucas as if he were some kind of alien.
