Lucas fucking Chen. Of all the boutiques in Manhattan.

I knew that smug tone anywhere. Chen Capital's golden boy himself.

"Oh my God!" She squealed like a fangirl and jumped off my lap. "Lucas Chen? The Lucas Chen?"

I remained seated, watching this nauseating display unfold. The world's most irritating man—owner of top-ranked fintech app that had knocked mine to third place—was now receiving the full force of Camila's charm.

"I can't believe it's really you," she gushed, her hands ...