Julian was on his feet before I’d even processed what he’d said, already dialing back, his voice dropping into that same clipped, commanding tone I’d first heard in the boardroom.
“Lock down the floor… now! Nobody in or out until I get there.” A pause. “I don’t care what time it is. Do it now.”
He hung up and turned back to me, and just like that, whatever fragile warmth had existed between us moments earlier was gone, replaced by something harder, more urgent.
“I have to go,” he said.
“Wait.” I scrambled out of bed after him, my mind racing. “The only file on Elise. What exactly does that mean?”
“It means someone wanted proof that I’ve been keeping tabs on her for three years,” he said, pulling his jacket back on. “And now they have it.”
“Julian, if that gets out…”
“I know exactly
