The secretary called Jeremy without questioning Kyle, maybe it was the urgency in his voice, or maybe something else, but within an hour, Jeremy was standing in front of him. His eyes were wide with judgment, but there was an undeniable spark of excitement in them too.

"Mr. Kyle," he said, flashing a hungry smile that didn’t sit well with Kyle. He didn’t have time for games.

"Hi. Jeremy?"

"Yes, Jeremy. Heard you wanted to see me," he replied with a teasing slur, throwing a secretive wink at the secretary, who rolled her eyes—clearly used to his dramatics.

"Err, not you exactly. I need to speak with Lucy. Your... roommate."...