LUCAS’ POV

"What other schedules do we have today?" I drawled, my eyes fixed on Andres' bullet proof door.

She scrolled through the folder in her hands, "Umm.. we also need to meet with the factory worker by two p.m…" her voice was drowned by the flood of thoughts racing through my mind.

"I'd see to it after I'm done here," she nodded and left.

I inched closer to his office. I had no plans engaging in pedestrian talk with him. I was just going to base whatever conversation on business. I tightened my hand over the doorknob and made to open it when I heard a muffled voice from inside his office.

Prying into talks that had nothing to do with me wasn't my fort, but for some reason instead of going into his office, I stood and waited mainly because of the way he sounded urgent over the phone.

"You dummy I wonder why you were recommended to carry out the job," Andres drawled, from his tone he was obviously irritated by whoever he was talking with over the phone. Andres could be a handful at times, a