Daniel's POV
The soft hum of the city filters through the glass walls of my office — distant traffic, the muted rhythm of luxury against silence. Sunlight spills across the polished marble floor, reflecting off the edge of my gold-trimmed desk. I lean back in my leather chair, exhaling quietly as the faint scent of coffee lingers in the air. The atmosphere feels calm, expensive, perfectly controlled—until the door opens.
Lucas steps in, his tone careful. "Sir… Miss Serena is here. She looks… furious. She's demanding to see you."
I close my eyes briefly, feeling that familiar ache rise behind my temples. "Lucas—"
Before I can finish, the door swings open.
My mother steps inside, every inch of her wrapped in anger. Her heels strike the floor in sharp rhythm, and even the air seems to flinch around her.
"Get out," she orders coldly.
Lucas hesitates, looking at me for direction. I nod once.
