Successor

Leila sat in the living room, as she anxiously waited for Lucas's return. It was already late, and he was yet to arrive from work. Her attempts to reach him on phone were futile. Each call went unanswered, leaving a growing sense of worry within her.

As the minutes passed by, Leila's worry grew. She knew that Lucas had his bodyguards with him. But still she couldn't help it. Picking up her phone, about to dial his number again, the sound of engines pulled her attention. With a sigh of relief, she went to open the door.

Lucas's black car pulled into the driveway and Leila eagerly watched as he alighted from the car. Without hesitation, she ran towards him and enveloped him in a tight hug.

"You're late." she pouted, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

"Am I?" Lucas teased, his arms wrapping around her in return.

Leila playfully swatted his chest. "Yes, you are. What took you so long?" she asked, her concern evident.

"I had a lot of work to do." Lucas replied, his tone softening