"What are you doing here?!" I stood up from my seat.

"You're not what I need," Lucas said emphatically to Dylan.

"How did you get in here?" Instead of answering me, he threw a doll on my table, with messy hair, broken hands and feet and a scary face.

"Did you send that to Roxanne?!" I closed my office door. Dylan and I looked at each other, I told him that the other day.

"Hold on, Lucas..."

"Why do you always blame me? At first it was about what was happening in your company. And now ...