Julian stood in front of the mirror in his closet, folding his collar as he looked at himself. He was wearing a black suit and a white button-up shirt beneath it.
The shirt was not buttoned all the way to the top; revealing a bit of his chest. A black, leather belt settled around the waist of his pants that somehow went well with his black shoes. That's it, he was ready now.
With a bit of perfume along his neck, he walked out of his room, stopping at Larisa's door. He knocked, and a couple seconds after he did so, she responded. “Five minutes…I’m just trying to get this up.”
“Okay.” Julian answered, looking down at his watch to check the time. It was 8:37pm, which meant he was thirty-seven minutes late for his meeting…and that grieved him.
There was nothing he hated more than being t
