“Three days, Luke! You've had my account blocked for three days!” Camila's voice trembles with desperation, her brows furrowed with uneasiness. “How am I supposed to live like this!?”

Rose, beside her, nods in agreement, her expression pleading.

They're both standing in Luke's private study, laying their complaints and grievances, while Luke ignores them, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

His focus never wavers, the pleas of both women entering one ear and fleeing the other. His calculating gaze narrows on the screen, his hands dancing on the keyboard with urgency and precision.

Before Kendrick officially resumes as the CEO, there are some things he would need to take...