Chapter 11 THE GHOST IN THE HALLWAY

Lucas Wynn hadn't aged a day.

His hair was still slicked back the way it used to be during their early pitch meetings. Sharp suit, no tie, the air of someone always five steps ahead. But there was a coldness to his expression Damian didn't remember, a quiet calculation in his eyes that made Ivy instinctively step closer to him.

"What are you doin