Marcus, Alexander's head of security, called me. “Mrs. Thorne, my apologies. Julian Sterling is in the lobby causing a scene. He insists on seeing you.”
I set down the final schematics for the *Dawn* launch and looked across Alexander's penthouse office.
The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Once, the height would have reminded me how far Julian could make me fall. That morning, it was only a view.
“He's kneeling, ma'am,” Marcus added. “Crying. The staff is unsure how to proceed.”
Alexander held out his hand for the phone. “Marcus, remove Mr. Sterling from the premises. If he resists, call the police and charge him with trespassing.”
He ended the call. “It's handled.”
I looked down at the sketches. Julian had spoken over me for years. I wanted him to hear the answer
