The morning after the legal notice shook Parkinson & Rowe to their core, the office at Hemmingway International hummed with a potent mix of tension and confidence.
Jullian arrived early, sleeves rolled, laptop under one arm, and fire in his step.
Grace met him at the door, a takeaway coffee in each hand. “You didn’t get much sleep, did you?”
Jullian took the coffee and kissed her cheek. “Sleep is for the uninvested cupcake.”
She arched a brow. “And how invested are you?”
He grinned. “Deep enough to bury Parkinson & Rowe.”
Inside the boardroom, Annabelle, Morgan, Oliver, and Bradford sat around the long table, the air thick with anticipation, while Camilla poured tea with the calm grace of someone who had navigated high-stakes boardroom drama for years.
“Morning,” Jullian said, conn
