Continuation

New York ~~~~~~

"Ah!" Lucian sighed in frustration as he kept staring at his phone, his brows furrowed in disappointment. "Why isn't she calling me?" he asked, pouting like a disappointed child, his impatience clear in his tone.

Ken, clearly exasperated, gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Why don't you just call her... so we'll get back to work, Sir? At this rate, we won't be able to finish on time," he pointed out, his words edged with irritation, his professionalism challenged by Lucian's fixation.

Lucian let out another sigh, his frustration apparent. "I wanted her to call me first," he declared, his voice tinged with stubbornness. The room hung heavy with the tension between their differing priorities – one, a desire for personal connection, and the other, a commitment to professional responsibilities.

Ken just kept staring at him. For the ten years he had worked with Lucian, this was the first time he was acting like a teenager. Even when he was at that age, he never behaved thi