Emilie stepped into the office and gently closed the door behind her. A bright smile was fixed on her face; every step she took toward Lucian's desk was graceful and deliberate.
"Tell the secretary to bring the file for Emerson Charity Fund," Lucian said without looking up.
But then, there was no response. His hand paused briefly, and he looked up, expecting to see Emily Winter.
"Lucian," she called sweetly, her voice soft and seductive.
Lucian's gaze narrowed. He had thought it was Emily, his assistant, who came. He had expected she might return to ask about the visit to her parents—something he was already prepared for.
But the silence that followed his instructions told otherwise. Taking in the sight of the flamboyant and seductive Emilie standing before him, his brows immediately furrowed in irritation.
"Who let you in?" he asked flatly, his voice cold and distant.
