The question felt misplaced. Damian was the head of the company, while Justin held a vice president role. It was like a guest asking the host why he was in his own home.
Lucas raised an eyebrow and gave a pointed smile. "That's a strange thing to ask, isn't it? Have you forgotten who actually runs this company?"
The moment already felt strained, and that remark only made it worse.
Elena, standing by the glass with her cup of water, watched the scene unfold.
Justin's face darkened after Lucas's jab, though he managed to keep his tone calm. "Lucas, you misunderstood. I'm just concerned about Damian's health. I heard he's been under the weather lately and working too hard."
Damian's voice was cold as he responded, "I appreciate your concern, but I'm managing just fine."
But right after saying that, he was overtaken by a violent coughing fit.
He didn't look well at all. In fact, he appeared so frail that one might think he didn't have much time left.
