rived at the Sterling Estate, the valet didn't just take Julian's keys; he bowed.
"Welcome back, Mr. Vane," the man said, ignoring the smoke puffing from our tailpipe.
As we walked through the marble foyer, the room went silent. A man in a suit that cost more than my car rushed over. "Julian! We didn't think you'd make it. The board has been frantic about the acquisition in Singapore."
I turned to Julian, my heart thumping. "The board? Singapore? Julian, what is he talking about?"
Julian sighed, that familiar, gentle look in his eyes suddenly tinged with a bit of guilt. He took my hands. "I was going to tell you on our anniversary. I just... I wanted to know we worked without the noise of the money.