Katia’s POV
Brooklyn felt smaller after the salt air of the Riviera. Returning to my office usually offered a sense of grounding, a sanctuary where the high-gloss finishes and the quiet hum of world-class technology reflected the empire I had built from nothing. But today, the luxury felt stifling. I sat behind my desk, the sprawling city skyline looming through the glass, and did something I hadn’t done in nearly a decade.
I opened Instaġram. I didn't even have his handle saved; I had to type his name into the search bar, feeling a strange, tight knot of anxiety in my chest. I had never cared to look before. Julian Windsor was a man I dealt with in boardrooms and through legal contracts, not through a social media lens.
When his profile loaded, I was surprised. It was exactly as I shou
