Chapter 8: I don't care who you sleep with

SOPHIE'S POV

I sat on my executive office chair, brought out my phone, and dialed Owen's number. It rang twice before I heard that typical loud, enthusiastic voice of his.

"Hello, mummy."

I learned to look backward, darting my eyes around the office. Sweetie, where did you guys go? Uncle and I were worried sick; did you lose your way?"

"No, Mom, we didn't go far. Don't fuss; we will be with you in no time." He said in his sweet voice, and I smiled.

"Darling, please find your way inside the complex quickly and ask about Miss Sophie. They will show you to my office, or should I come get you?"

"No, Mom, we’re just outside; we will be right in...on our way."

"Alright, dear, please keep an eye on Nate and Bella," I said before he hung up.

Now that my boss has gone back to his office, I could settle down to take in the beauty of my new working space. Lucas sat on my guest seat, lodged adjacent to my broad, large brown table. He seemed to be absorbed by his phone.

"Oh my God, Lucas, it's so