Julian's POV
My father called on Thursday. I let it ring twice before answering, which was already more restraint than I used to have.
"I heard about the CEO position," he said. No greeting.
"Word travels fast."
"It's an embarrassment, Julian. You built Ashford Industries from a mid-tier hardware company into something worth thirty billion dollars, and now you're sitting second chair at a firm that turns over twelve million annually."
"Thirteen million last quarter. They're growing."
"Don't be clever with me."
I was in the kitchen. Nadia was upstairs with Elise. I moved to the window so my voice wouldn't carry.
"What do you want, Dad?"
"I want you to fight the board's decision. Henderson is going to run that company into the ground, and your grandmother's shares will be worthless
