“JESUS CHRIST—idiots. Surrounded by f*****g idiots!” Marcus slammed a hand on his desk, still seething.
He refused to believe that Julian—of all people—had suddenly turned into some faithful, reformed man. The guy had spent more than a decade playing around, and now he was supposed to have found moral clarity just because he got married? Please.
Marcus didn’t care about the marriage itself. What he cared about was stopping Julian from hitting the one-year mark—because that would trigger the family trust clause, and Julian would get his share of the company stock.
That was what Marcus couldn’t stomach.
I was the one who put in the work, who lived and breathed this company. And yet, it was Julian who’d get rewarded? It was bullshit.
As Marcus sat fuming, his secretary knocked. “Sir, Mis
