CHAPTER 42

"Dude, is he even in his office?" "Yeah, I checked in with his personal assistant Layla." "Dumb ass, it's Lucinda." A few unfamiliar voices were heard behind me as I talked to Paul at his desk. When I turned around, three men who looked to be a couple of years older than me were walking together, holding a Red Velvet cake. "Excuse me." One of them said. He, along with the two other men, was wearing casual jeans and a long sleeved shirt. His wavy blonde hair stopped right above his black...