Downstairs, Thomas was waiting by the foyer, startled by the sudden, aggressive speed of Lucian's descent. Lucian grabbed his suit jacket from the table, throwing it on with a sharp, violent grace.
"President Lucian, are you going out?" Thomas was surprised. "We have the briefing—"
"I need to get something from the pharmacy," Lucian interrupted coldly.
Blinking, "The pharmacy? Sir, please, let me go. Just give me the name of the medication."
Pausing, Lucian's hand was still on the door handle. A spasm of irritation crossed his face. He didn't actually know the name; he only had the mental image of the empty packet burned into his memory.
Lucian snapped in a tone that suggested it was Thomas's fault for asking. "No. I don't know the name. But I know what the box looks like. I'll find it faster if I go."
Thomas grabbed his own coat from the rack, not missing a beat. "Then I'm coming with you. Two sets of eyes are better than one if we're hunting for a mystery box."
