Julian’s POV
The digital clock on my desk flickered to 9:00 AM. In the world of global finance, time was a commodity I traded like gold, but today, time felt like a noose I was tightening around my neck.
I adjusted my cufflinks, the platinum cold against my skin. "Zane, are the 'emergency' protocols drafted?"
Zane leaned against the mahogany doorframe of my office, a tablet tucked under his arm and an expression of pure, raw skepticism on his face. "You mean the emergency protocols that didn't exist forty-eight hours ago? The ones that magically require the personal oversight of the IG Technologies CEO or the entire WEG mainframe will supposedly spontaneously combust"
"Precision is vital during integration," I said, my voice a flat, dangerous monotone. "If Katia Kensington wants to pla
