JULIAN’S POV
I grabbed my phone searching for Liam’s number that Ethan had sent me weeks ago. I dialled it and he picked up on the first ring.
“Mr H-Hart?” he stuttered.
I wasted no time on formalities.“We need to talk about your proposal.”
His voice stammered through the line and I could tell that he had perked up. “Uh—yeah, sure. When?”
“Today. Meet me at Oasis in fifteen.”
I ended the call before he could ask further questions. I had him where I wanted him. The fool would always show up for anything that has to do with his business ideas. Grabbing my car keys, I exited my penthouse.
The meeting spot was neutral — a rooftop bar downtown, quiet, mostly empty at this hour. I arrived first. He showed up ten minutes later, looking smaller than I remembered. Nervous and Sweaty.
“Mr
