Though officially Lucas's assistant, Beauty was essentially a glorified errand girl—running tasks not just for him, but also for Sarah whenever summoned.
She barely spent a minute in her own office, constantly shuttling between Lucas's and Sarah's workspaces in five-centimeter heels.
Her calves had practically developed muscle definition from all the walking.
Sinking onto the sofa, she massaged her aching ankles, where the shoes had rubbed her skin raw, exposing tender red flesh beneath.
The sting made her wince.
"A few steps and you're already falling apart?
Pathetic for someone wearing heels."
A cold voice cut through the air.
Lucas strode in after his meeting, arms crossed as he studied her with icy, gleaming eyes.
Beauty pressed her lips together, rising indignantly to her feet.
Barefoot on the office carpet, she planted her hands on her hips, her delicate face scrunched in fury.
"Hmph!
You think walking in heels is easy?
Every girl has scars from them!
