Chapter 152

Graham’s POV

The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long, golden streaks across the mahogany surface of my desk.

I leaned back, the leather creaking under me, and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

My afternoon had been swallowed by spreadsheets and security audits, but now, the screen in front of me held something far more complicated: Lucas’s schedule.

There it was, highlighted in a daunting red