Julian's POV
The London trip was confirmed for the third week of November.
Four days. Thursday to Sunday. I'd negotiated it down from seven because seven days away felt like a test I didn't want to give either of us unnecessarily.
I told Nadia two weeks in advance.
"Four days," she said.
"Thursday morning to Sunday evening. I'll be back before Elise goes down Sunday night."
She nodded, processing. "Who's the London team?"
"Henderson's former restructuring group, ironically. Linda poached three of them after he tanked the division." I watched her face. "Are you okay with it?"
"Yes." She said it without hesitation. "It's four days, Julian. I managed eight months alone."
"I know. I just wanted to check."
"I know you did." She looked at me. "I'm not fragile about this. I'm watching f
