Julian dropped Kya off at home just after nine. She kissed his cheek, promised to finish some work, and reminded him to pick her up at noon so they could have lunch before visiting Reginald.
Julian nodded. “I’ll be there.”
He meant it.
Then he drove straight to the office.
The urgent meeting was already underway when he stepped into the conference room. His construction team stood around the table, blueprints spread out, tension thick in the air.
“Update,” Julian said.
One of the engineers cleared his throat. “The east wing foundation hit an unexpected underground water pocket. If we continue digging, it’ll compromise the structural integrity.”
Julian scanned the plans. “Options.”
“We can reroute the foundation,” another said, “but it’ll delay the project by six weeks.”
“Or,” the
