CHAPTER SIX
Long HiddenJulien Aarden cut a classic figure of an industrial man. His lithe, strong masculine frame was not overly tall at 5'9", but he was surely in command of any room he entered. He wore tailored white shirt and gray slacks. His shoes were black leather, though no one could tell as they were covered in fine white dust at the moment.
A black folding notebook in hand, he held onto his hardhat against the stiff breeze. Overlooking Sea Valley, Julien smiled at the gorgeous view. Though it was different in many ways from his Belgium homeland, he overlooked the valley from his small mountain and saw only the similarities. Cityscape beneath, framed by rolling hills in front and behind, and the purple mountains looming behind the hills.
Julien came back to reality when the vib
