Dylan is no longer fit to run the company.

Luke smirked, rolling the stack between his fingers, the crisp bills rustling softly. Erica watched him, taking a sip of her drink. A strange unease stirred within her. Why was Luke accepting money from this man?

"That's great," Luke slipped the cash into his pocket and stood up. "I need to use the bathroom." He strode toward the hallway, his footsteps fading as he disappeared from view.

Left alone with Luke's friend, Erica shifted uncomfortably. The silence between them stretched, heavy and expectant. His gaze lingered on her, unreadable yet intense, making her pulse quicken. For the first time, she wondered if she had made a mistake coming here.

She shifted in her seat, gripping the glass in her hands, wishing she could disappear, or better yet—flee. But that wasn't an option. She couldn't upset Luke.

"Miss Erica, are you dating Luke?" he asked.