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*(Junia’s POV)*For the next few agonizing days, I treated avoiding Lucas like an absolute Olympic sport.I ignored him, I dodged him, and I slipped past him like a phantom every single chance I got. Even Jennifer Annabelle was actively getting on my nerves with her usual passive-aggressive antics, but for once, I didn't even have the energy or the willpower to put her in her place. My sole mission in life was simple: stay as far away from Lucas Sinclair as humanly possible.Even Damon had completely stopped bothering me, though at that point, I had honestly forgotten all about my grand plans for revenge. Watching him drown in the miserable reality of his chaotic marriage and his new baby was far more satisfying punishment than anything I could have ever cooked up.True to my cowardly form, when I returned home that evening, I tried to sneak through the front door like a seasoned criminal. I tiptoed across the foyer, keeping my head down, and quietly made my absolute best dash toward

I opened my eyes slowly, the harsh morning light stabbing straight through my eyelids and sending a violent, agonizing pulse of pain straight to my temples. My head was spinning so fast that the ceiling felt like it was rotating in reverse. For a few dizzying seconds, I couldn’t even register which room I was in, but as the blurry shapes began to stabilize, I realized with a jolt of panic that I was lying in my own bed.I let out a shaky, miserable groan, bringing a trembling hand up to massage my throbbing forehead. *Oh, God... what on earth did I drink last night? My brain feels like it's rattling inside my skull.*I shifted slightly to stretch my aching muscles, but my movement was instantly interrupted by the strange, warm weight beside me.I froze.Slowly, terrifyingly, I turned my head on the pillow. Lying right beside me, fast asleep and breathing peacefully, was Lucas.My breath caught violently in my throat. My eyes dropped down, taking in the impossible reality: he wasn't we

*(Lucas’s POV)*Finally, after three agonizingly long and intense days of non-stop drafting, reviewing, and fine-tuning, Junia and I had completely and successfully finalized the regional borehole expansion project.I leaned back in my executive chair, letting out a heavy breath as I looked across the desk at her. "Congratulations. We're done. There is absolutely no need for us to be working overtime anymore."She flashed a bright, radiant smile and exhaled a dramatic sigh of relief. "Ouch, what a relief. Honestly, I was losing my mind over the past few days," she admitted, her voice soft and cheerful.I nodded, offering a small smile of my own. "Go on home. I need to swing by my mother's place first thing this evening."Okay," she said, gathering her things before walking off with a light step.I watched her go, letting out a quiet sigh. It felt good to see her like this—free, vibrant, and genuinely feeling safe again without looking over her shoulder or feeling like someone was hunt

Chapter 45***(Lucas’s POV)*In the early morning, Junia head come into my master bedroom. She hadn't said much—just stepped softly across the hardwood floor, reached up with her cool, delicate fingers, and helped me adjust the silk necktie around my collar.In her subtle rush to gather her handbag and head down to the executive floor before the rest of the staff arrived, she had accidentally left her black leather file resting flat on the edge of my king-sized bed.Curiosity had gotten the absolute best of me the moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind her. I leaned over, pulled the folder into my lap, and popped open the metal latch. I hadn't intended to read the whole thing, but from the very first paragraph, I was completely hooked. Her operational framework was brilliant. The precision of her supply chain logistics, the localized market entry models, the precise percentage allocations for rural distribution—it was nothing short of exceptional.So, hours later, when I

Lucas’s POV)* In the early morning, Junia had come into my master bedroom. She hadn't said much—just stepped softly across the hardwood floor, reached up with her cool, delicate fingers, and helped me adjust the silk necktie around my collar. In her subtle rush to gather her handbag and head down to the executive floor before the rest of the staff arrived, she had accidentally left her black leather file resting flat on the edge of my king-sized bed. Curiosity had gotten the absolute best of me the moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind her. I leaned over, pulled the folder into my lap, and popped open the metal latch. I hadn't intended to read the whole thing, but from the very first paragraph, I was completely hooked. Her operational framework was brilliant. The precision of her supply chain logistics, the localized market entry models, the precise percentage allocations for rural distribution—it was nothing short of exceptional. So, hours later, when I sat at the

I didn't bother knocking. I pushed the heavy mahogany door open and stepped inside. "Lucas!"Lucas was sitting behind his grand desk with his phone pressed to his ear, but the moment he caught sight of my furious, pale face, he immediately ended the call and set the phone down."Junia?" he asked, his dark brows drawing together in concern. "What's wrong?""Why did you give the lead partnership to Jennifer?" I demanded, my voice trembling with raw, unfiltered emotion as I stepped up to his desk. "When you know—""Junia, I understand that you are disappointed," Lucas said gently, standing up from his executive chair and looking at me with a calm, grounding gaze. "I know how hard you worked on this. But her framework contained the exact operational depth the board needs right now. Yours wasn't bad, but it lacked structural cohesion—""What structural cohesion, Lucas?!" I cut him off, my voice cracking as tears of pure rage threatened to spill over my lashes. "She literally stole my entir