Charlotte’s I stood outside Mr. Lucas Goldberg’s office, frozen, staring at the nameplate like it had the power to change my life. And in a way, it did. My heart pounded, my palms were sweaty, and the knot in my stomach felt like it was tying itself tighter.Okay, Charlotte, deep breaths, I thought. You’ve faced worse than this. Well… maybe not.I adjusted my tie, tugged at the hem of my suit jacket, and finally, with a shaky hand, pushed the door open.Mr. Lucas Goldberg looked up from his papers, his eyes sharp and calculating. It was like looking at an older, more intimidating version of Charles. The resemblance was uncanny—the same piercing blue eyes, the same chiseled jaw. But where Charles’ arrogance was all swagger and charm, Lucas’ was steely and authoritative.“Good day, sir,” I said, trying to keep my voice from trembling.“Mr. Mason,” he greeted with a nod, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, assessing me like a chess piece. “How are you?”“I’m doing well, sir. And your
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