Thank You Boyfie.

Lucas' POV

It would've been nice to be back in my own self, sitting at this soft Hi back man made faux leather chair, doing some paperwork— that I'm almost halfway through —, a good aroma of my favourite scented candles to help me relax and focus on doing my job as a boss.

Not until my phone alarm twice this afternoon. I had to turn off the first one since I'm reading an important paper, then after 10 minutes, it alarmed again so I had to stop what I was doing and pick up my phone.

I abruptly sprung up from my chair when I saw what the alarm was all about. "Shoot!" I exclaimed and ran outside of my office to my room.

Grabbed the first shirt that I saw in the closet and I almost ripped off my long sleeve just to change them into a cheap shirt, not totally cheap but I think it's enough for Naomi to still see me as a poor guy. Then ran as fast as I could downstairs.

My bodyguards greeted me as I arrived at the main door, one of them opened the driver's side of my car and I almost jumped