Secretary Lucas' POV
I stand motionless — like a man stripped of soul or emotion, like a shadow instead of a human being.
The room is dark, heavy with silence.
Alexander Hale sits across from me on the couch, his sharp eyes fixed on me. The quiet between us feels suffocating, but I don't dare to break it.
"Lucas," he says at last, his voice calm but cold. "Why are you silent? Don't you have something to say?"
I keep my head lowered, refusing to meet his gaze. Still silent.
He stands, taking slow, measured steps toward me. Even in his age, he maintains that same refined power — the perfect businessman, the perfect father, the man the world sees as success and stability.
But I know the truth.
Behind the mask of perfection hides a man driven by greed, lust, and control — a man who always gets what he wants, no matter who breaks in the process.
And I… I am one of those broken things.
Once, I had a family. A normal life. A home that smelled of warmth and love.
