Chapter 8 Renowned Player

• The California sun, unobstructed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, transformed Lance Castellan's home office into a haven of warmth and light. Lance, his athletic frame sprawled in a leather executive chair, gazed absently out at the sparkling pool beyond. His striking gray eyes were unfocused, his thoughts clearly elsewhere despite the mountain of paperwork spread before him.
• Across the desk sat Edith, Lance's ever-efficient personal assistant. Her short dark hair was neatly styled, and her hazel eyes darted between her tablet and Lance's distracted face. She cleared her throat, attempting to regain his attention.
• "Mr. Castellan? Lance?" Edith's crisp, professional tone finally cut through Lance's reverie.