Those words hit Lucas like a physical blow, shattering his carefully constructed arrogance.
"My boss is exceptionally busy managing some highly complicated family matters," Ellie-Kay explained, her tone maintaining a smooth, ice-cold professional cadence. "Even if Master Moon were physically available, a petty dinner invitation would not be entertained. My employer strictly reserves personal appearances for highly significant occasions with truly influential individuals."
Lucas recoiled internally, cursing bitterly under his breath.
Damnit!
Mr. Jones, who had been waiting with refined Italian patience, finally cleared his throat. "Miss Kay, perhaps we should escort our discussion to a more private setting. Pray, inform this young man and his companions that your schedule does not permit trivial debates. He may attempt to seek an audience when our executive matters are concluded."
Lucas's brow furrowed into a deep, furious scowl.
