Lucian's POV
After the angry redhead stormed out of my office, Mark walked in. Frustrated, I unloaded on him about how insulted I felt being berated by a semi-literate girl.
Mark sat opposite me, silent for a moment before bursting into laughter like a madman. His laughter only fueled my irritation.
"What's so funny?" I snapped, crossing my arms and taking slow, steady breaths.
"You poor thing. What do you want me to do? Breastfeed you?" he choked out between fits of laughter, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"It's your damn fault, you pie face," I retorted, pointing a finger at him. "What else would give her the audacity to come in here and insult me like that?"
Mark's amusement only grew. "You make it sound even more ridiculous. Maybe this is a wake-up call for you to loosen
