LUKE
I remained seated on the couch and watched them come out of the door until Stacy came into my office in a wheelchair.
“Your assistant isn’t very polite in treating a guest.” A smirk played on her lip. “She didn’t ask me if I wanted coffee. You know how I love coffee.”
She was still the same woman a few years ago. Despite her situation, she always seemed arrogant. “It’s because I told her you are not a guest, Stacy. What do you want?”
“You don’t want to see me, so I came all the way here despite my situation just to see you.”
“Don’t be so proud. I didn’t want to see you.”
She chuckled. “You wouldn’t be able to resist after I say this to you. Whether you like it or not.”
“Just tell me what you want, and don’t come here again. I don’t want the people to see you in this building.”
