{Julian’s POV}
“She was there,” I said through gritted teeth. “In the boardroom. Sitting in the goddamn chair George left for the CEO.”
Silence.
Then Aaron dropped his controller. “Wait, what? Hailey Vale? Stripper girl? Corporate queen now?”
“She was in a suit,” I growled. “Looking like she belonged.”
Aaron raised both brows. “Let me guess—heels, glossy lips, attitude for days?”
“Shut up,” I snapped.
“She really sat at the table?” Marcus asked, his voice calm, but I could tell his mind was racing. “She spoke during the meeting?”
“She argued with me,” I spat. “Told the board I didn’t own anything. And no one corrected her. Not one damn person.”
Aaron chuckled. “Well, technically, she’s not wrong. We don’t own anything.”
“I’m not in the mood, Aaron.”
He lifted his hands. “Just en
