(Luke POV)
I am slouched at my desk, staring at the blinking voicemail light on my phone. Andrew's voice from this morning, "I am out for a bit, need to fix things with Sophie," still rattles around in my head. He sounded rough, like last night's beers hit him harder than me, but he also sounded steady, like he meant it. I tap the phone, replaying it just to be sure. "Handle Xavier, do not let him bury you." Great. His stepping back leaves me and Julia holding the bag with that bastard breathing down our necks. I grab my jacket off the chair, slinging it over my shoulder. I have had enough of this place for one morning.
The office hums, low and tense, like everyone is waiting for Xavier to bark again. I glance at Julia across the aisle. She is hunched over her desk, scribbling on one of
