Julian’s phone rang before he had finished his first cup of coffee.
He glanced at the screen.
Father.
He considered letting it ring.
He already knew why Arthur was calling.
The moment Anastasia’s return was confirmed, Julian knew his father would expect him to be involved.
He answered.
“Yes?”
“Where are you?”
“The office.”
Julian’s expression hardened.
“Why?”
“You need to leave.”
Julian frowned.
There was a brief silence on the other end.
“Where?”
“The airport.”
Julian leaned back in his chair.
“I have a meeting this morning.”
“Cancel it.”
Julian’s jaw tightened.
“Why?”
“Anastasia’s flight lands in an hour.”
There was another brief silence.
Julian closed his eyes.
“Of course.”
Arthur continued.
“I expect you to be there when she arrives.”
“I’m not her welcoming
