JULIAN’S POV
“Cassandra, that doesn’t work.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning back in my chair. “No, listen to me—if Burke wants a meeting, fine, but tell him I’m not interested in getting into politics myself. Not now, not this year. I already told him this.”
Cassandra’s calm clipped voice floated through the speakerphone. “He says it’s an important bill and your endorsement could—”
“I don’t care,” I cut her off, my voice sharp and exhausted. “I have too many projects on my plate. Damien Wolfe’s campaign goes live in two weeks and I’m not about to dip my feet into some half-baked political stunt because Burke suddenly thinks I’m the right poster boy.”
She was quiet for a second, then I heard a soft laugh. “Should I tell him you’ll send him a campaign donation if he promises no
