JULIEN
Julien ignores the protest of his father’s secretary when he barges into Armand Benoit’s Office. He was indeed in a meeting. The stern frown that spreads along Armand’s lips does nothing to curb the fury surging through Julien’s veins.
“Julien, I’m in a meeting,” Armand announces as he eyes his son and attempts to plaster a smile across his face. He manages a grimace.
Julien struts to a plush white chair and takes a seat, his eyes glaring daggers at Armand.
“I’m sure cutting it short won’t be a major inconvenience,” he drawls.
The businessman seated in front of Armand gazes at the pair with his eyes widened. He clears his throat.” I can come back another time,” he murmured, already rising to his feet.
Once the door closed behind the associate, in three steps Julien was standi
