Chapter 8
It had been a month since Lucas got out of Pack Security.
“Selene, I’m home,” he muttered, almost like a reflex–like saying it would make it true.
He couldn’t get back fast enough. But the moment he opened the front door, he froze.
Strangers–total strangers–were hauling furniture out of his house.
“Who the hell are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house? Who let you in?!”
His face darkened with rage.
The men looked up, just as hostile.
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“And who the fuck are you? You look like some washed–up bum.”
The middle–aged man in charge gave Lucas a once–over, sneering at his unshaven face and worn–out clothes.
“This place? It’s mine now. Just bought it. What, you here to beg or break in?”
“What?” Lucas blinked, stunned. “Who the hell sold it to you?”
“The owner, obviously. Some woman named Selene, I think? Saw her in a video a while back–looked like she was about eight months pregnant.”
He flippantly waved a feather duster at Lucas, like he was shooing away a stray dog.
“Get the hell outta here. You seriously think
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you can walk into my house looking like that? Fuck off. You’re getting dirt all over my damn floors. Nasty.”
Lucas felt his knees buckle. His body went limp as the man shoved him outside. He collapsed on the ground, numb.
Minutes passed before he managed to pull out his phone. With shaking fingers, he dialed my number–again and again.
“The number you’ve dialed is no longer in service or has been disconnected.”
Panic clawed at his chest. He opened WhatsApp and recorded a voice message.
“Selene… this is a joke, right? C’mon, come home. Please. I’m waiting for you…”
He hit send. A red exclamation mark flashed
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on the screen..
Blocked.
He stared at it for a long second before calling his assistant.
The moment the call connected, the exploded.
“What the fuck do I even pay you for??!My fucking villa gets sold and you don’t know shit?! You useless piece of crap–why three fuck are you even still on my payroll???”
But the voice on the other end wasn’t groveling like usual.
“Lucas, I quit. A month ago. Sounds like you’re the one who’s out of the loop.”
Lucas froze. “You quit? Why the hell didn’t
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you report it to me?!”
The guy actually laughed. A low, bitter chuckle.
“You still think you’re some hotshot boss? That I owe you a damn thing? Please. Wake the fuck up.”
A chill ran down Lucas’s spine. His skin crawled.
“What… what the hell are you saying?”
“The company’s gone, Lucas. Dead. Dissolved. Bankrupt. You’re clinging to a corpse.”
The words were sharp, final, dripping with disdain.
“No. No, that’s not possible! I was gone for
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one month! One fecking month! That’s n enough time for eveverything to fall apart!”
HiHis voice was cracking now, desperation S spilling out.
“D“Don’t believe me? Go cheloeck the compan rerecords. You’ll see whosestamaane’s on all ththe paperwork now. Selenente took that asasset transfer you personallylsisigned and sosold Lucas Corp for penniese YoYou’re done WWashed up. You’re nothing but at ar drowne mmutt now–and everyone’s liningnapup to ki yoyou while you’re down”
TheHenline went dead.
Lucasasasat frozen, staring at the phone lekek mightistusuddenly reverse time.e
And thenerklike a scene from some cruel el movie,ihehe remembered my voice in that col
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gray holding cell:
“You’ll only know who your real friends are when you’ve got nothing left. When you’re flat on your ass with no power and no one to call. That’s when the devils come out.”
He collapsed onto the sidewalk, let out a raw, broken scream at the sky.
Right then, a delivery guy stepped in front of him.
“Mr. Lucas? Got a document here that needs your signature.”
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