Xavier POV
A sharp knock at the door broke my concentration. I slipped my phone back into my pocket just as Charles, my executive secretary, stepped into the room. Charles was a meticulous man in his early thirties, always dressed in an impeccably pressed charcoal suit, holding a tablet like it was an extension of his own arm.
"Mr. Sterling," Julian began, his voice crisp and devoid of any emotion.
"Your schedule for the rest of the day is locked in. You have the quarterly financial review with the department heads at eleven, followed by a working lunch with the board of directors. At three, you have the final sign off on the luxury jewelry pavilion blueprints, and at five, the legal team needs you for the compliance brief."
I walked back behind my desk and threw myself into my leathe
