Chapter 50: Confrontation
(Julian's POV)
The morning passed in a blur of video conferences and financial reports. I was reviewing quarterly projections when the door to my home office swung open without warning.
Landon Hayes strode in, dressed in a tactical jacket and military boots, his hair slightly disheveled. The casual confidence in his walk reminded me of our college days—before responsibilities and rivalries had complicated everything.
He vaulted over the low sofa and dropped into the chair across from my desk.
"Next time you show up uninvited, I'm calling security," I said coldly.
Landon grinned. "Your security code is still 123456. Who needs to knock?"
(Landon's POV)
"You should come to Ricky Thompson's birthday party," I said, leaning back in the leather chair acr
