Chapter 177- THEY INTENTIONALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES.
LUCIEN >< ><
Spreadsheets, projections, market analyses—they stared back at me.
My eyes skimmed the numbers, but my brain was only half in it.
The other half kept replaying Avery's face: that smug grin when he called me a "homeless man," the way his eyes sparkled with mischief as he listed off those ridiculous metaphors.
A mannequin in a washing machine?
A Renaissance painting without pants?
Damn it, it was almost funny now that I thought about it—almost.
But in the moment?
It had stung like hell.
Five minutes ticked by.
I scrolled deeper into the files, forcing myself to focus on the revenue forecasts.
Come on, Lucien, get it together.
Then ten minutes.
I frowned, my fingers freezing on the screen.
Something was off.
Why hadn't anyone called?
The new suit should've been on its way by now, or at least I'd get a ping saying it was en route.
I checked my notifications—nothing.
No emails, no texts, no app alerts.
