LUCAS’ POV

Samantha jerked away from me abruptly when the door flung open and my secretary walked in holding a shopping bag in her hands. The flustered look on Samantha's face gave her away as she walked gingerly to the couch at the corner of the room and slumped like a tired five year old.

The tension in the room was palpable, I could tell from the way Samantha stared blankly at the portrait that hung on the wall, to my secretary standing at loss for words.

"I'm so sorry for barging into your office Sir, I was carried away," she apologized.

I shoved it aside with a wave of hands, "It's alright, not like you were interrupting anything overboard,we were having a discussion…" I added.

"So what do we have here?" I questioned, looking down at her hands.

She smiled, "New pair of shirts, Sam–" She paused and glanced briefly at Samantha and back at me, "Your wife asked that we get new shirts," she said.

I was a bit taken aback, but I composed myself in the presence of my secretary. I had to keep up the