**Flashback Started**
"Does the Boss like that girl?" Roger asked, glancing at Lucius, whose eyes were glued to Layla. She was on the dance floor, moving clumsily, yet somehow, she still stood out—captivating and effortlessly charming.
"She looks young," Roger noted.
"She's above 18... about to turn 19 soon," Lucius replied, his voice calm but distracted.
"Even so, Boss, that's..." Roger trailed off when Lucius shot him a sharp look.
"Two months ago, she said something to me," Lucius began, his tone thoughtful. "And it's stuck with me—made me think a lot," he added, his gaze never leaving Layla.
