The air caught in Vlora's chest. It seemed that welcoming Lucas was the first trial she encountered that morning.

The elevator doors opened. Vlora put on a polite demeanor and prepared herself. Lucas stepped out, and the presence of someone accompanying him wiped the smile off Vlora's face instantly.

Vlora quickly regained her composure. She took Lucas' briefcase and greeted them, “Good morning, sir.”

Lucas replied with a short nod. He walked next to Andreas, indirectly giving Vlora a moment to catch her breath before they continued.

It really was not a pleasant start to the morning for Vlora. How could fate test her patience so early?

Because it was...