"If I may…"
A man seated halfway down the polished meeting table raised his hand before standing, just from his voice alone… Lucius could tell that he hated this guy's guts.
"What exactly is the purpose of this it—"
Lucius's sigh cut him off before he could finish.
"Don't get your panties in a twist… I was about to explain."
The man froze mid-sentence, his jaw locking tight.
The others looked between them.
Even Vanessa, seated at the head of the table, had to hide her smirk behind a hand.
Lucius adjusted the cuff of his lab coat, ignoring the stares as he reached into the small cart beside him.
"Now, before our dear friend here starts writing complaint letters, let's get to the point."
He lifted a ring between his fingers.
Under the light, the silver surface glowed, reflecting a ghostly blue sheen.
It looked simple but at the same time… It didn't… It was a complicated feeling.
"What does this look like?" Lucius asked, holding it high.
