The receptionist stood there at a loss, not daring to speak for a long time.
In Soldier Boy's eyes, Ashley had always been a spineless yes-woman, but that did not change the fact that she was also Vought's president. She controlled half the media resources in the United States, and thousands of people depended on her goodwill for their livelihoods. She had long since developed an air of authority that needed no anger to make itself felt.
The receptionist said timidly, "Ma'am, Mr. Lucas really is busy..."
"I understand." Ashley quickly composed herself, her tone turning flat, as though she had not been the one showing displeasure just moments earlier.
Only then did the receptionist breathe a sigh of relief, but Ashley continued, "Please tell Mr. Lucas that I'll wait right here until he sees me."
The unquestionable tone left the receptionist stunned for several moments before they recovered and hurried away.
Ashley held her teacup, took a small sip, and sank briefly into thought.
Lucas was the newly elected president. Years ago, he had crossed paths with Pete, Soldier Boy's resident guardian beast, and rumor had it that they were on good terms personally. Throughout Pete's disappearance, he had kept searching everywhere, only to suddenly call it off half a month ago.
"Honestly, Mr. Soldier Boy really does know how to cause trouble."
Ashley sighed softly and drained her cup, but did not swallow, letting the tea moisten every cell in her mouth.
Judging by Lucas's recent coldness toward Vought and his efforts to suppress it, he had clearly heard something about Pete. With his influence, it would have been difficult for him not to.
For some unknown reason, however, he had taken no action.
Ashley gave a bitter smile, set the documents in her hand on the coffee