Lucian Voss

I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed like that.

And I wasn’t talking about the kind of laugh people use when they’re trying to be polite. I wasn’t talking about the tight little chuckles I gave in boardrooms or the cold smirks that slipped out when I won a ruthless business deal. No. This was something else.

This laugh came from somewhere deep in my chest. It started like a small spark and turned into something warm and full. It felt light, real, almost innocent. Like I wasn’t Lucian Voss, the CEO everyone feared. I was just a man—just a man laughing in a car with a...