Julian’s POV
I shoved the heavy door to my office open with my shoulder—same old creak, louder than usual in the empty hallway—and pretty much stumbled inside. I just collapsed onto the leather sofa, letting it take all my weight with that deep, familiar groan that it always gives when someone relaxes on it.
Leon followed right behind me, already yanking at his tie like it was strangling him. He dropped into the armchair opposite me, stretched those long legs out, and looked way too comfortable, like the day hadn’t chewed him up at all.
The whiskey was waiting on the wine table, half-full bottle, two glasses already out. I didn’t even think—just reached over, twisted the cap off which stuck for a second, annoying as hell, and poured us both a healthy glass. The liquid glugged out uneve
