Trevor's eyes flicked to the message, sighed, and then back to Lucas. "She's being dramatic again."
"Dramatic?" Lucas repeated, voice soft but threaded with warning. "She doesn't write encrypted messages at dinner time for theatrics. What did you find?"
Trevor exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Let's say it's complicated and we are still investigating it."
Lucas arched a brow. "And when that stopped you from talking."
Trevor huffed, amused and exasperated. "If you put it like that… Humor me, eat all of the courses and dessert, and we'll talk about it."
Lucas blinked, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You're bribing me with food now?"
Trevor shrugged, unbothered. "I'm adapting my strategies to my audience."
"I'm not your employee, Trevor."
