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Lucien's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer as he confronted Director Mael in his office. The atmosphere was tense and charged with a palpable hostility.
"Is that so?" Lucien spat out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So, what I am hearing is also false and I am making it up? You think I am so free that I would make these kinds of rumors and spread them around?"
Lucien's cold tone was filled with sarcasm, and the Director hung his head low, unable to face Lucien's piercing gaze. Boran Mael's attempt at deception was futile, and Lucien saw right through it.
"So who was it?" Lucien demanded, his voice laced with an undercurrent of danger.
"Master Sterling...?" Director Mael feigned ignorance, trying to deceive Lucien into believing he didn't know what he was asking.
Lucien's phone suddenly rang, interrupting the tense standoff. He picked up the phone and swiped his finger around for a bit before throwing it on the table in front of Director Mael.
