"Stop being so smug, Lucas. Seriously," Nina muttered, her voice muffled as she shifted against her pillow. "I don't even like your voice. It's far too low, and it does this strange rumble through the cheap phone speaker that's actively giving me a headache."
Across the city, seated in his massive, dimly lit private study, Lucas released another quiet, effortless laugh. The sound carried genuine amusement rather than mockery. He glanced down at the open laptop on his mahogany desk, where a highly confidential, multi-million-pound real estate ledger glowed beside three unread legal briefs.
Without hesitation, he clicked the laptop shut with a smooth, decisive motion, letting the screen go dark. He gathered the thick paper folders scattered across the polished wood and slid them cleanly into a drawer.
