Savannah’s POV
The next morning during breakfast, I could barely enjoy my food as the air was tense. Across from me sat Julian, who looked both exhausted and out of place.
At the head of the table, my father adjusted his reading glasses and set his coffee mug down before clearing his throat and pinning Julian with his gaze.
“So, Julian,” my father began. “Your father tells me you have been trying to build some sort of tech firm in the city. Logistics, was it?”
Julian paused, clearly surprised by the attention on him as he threw a glance my way. “Tech logistics and supply chain automation, sir. I built the software infrastructure from scratch to optimize global shipping routes.”
“Software,” my father repeated, clearly not familiar with the topic. “Out here, infrastructure means somethi
