Lucas Sterling's POV
I settled into the leather chair across from Damien's desk, watching as he arranged the divorce papers meticulously before him. His face was a mask of cool professionalism, but I'd known him long enough to see the tension in his jaw.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, adjusting my tie. "Full custody is a significant demand."
Damien's gaze flicked up to meet mine. "I've made my decision."
Before I could respond, there was a light knock on the door. Elara Thorne entered the office, carrying a sleek leather portfolio. Her face was composed, betraying nothing of the emotional turmoil she must be feeling after yesterday's ultimatum.
"Good morning," she said, her voice steady. "I believe we have business to discuss."
Damien gestured to the chair beside me. "Have a seat."