Julian's POV
I stared out the window of my office, scowling at the Harbor skyline. Everything was slipping through my fingers. My carefully constructed plan was unraveling thread by thread, all because Liam Sterling couldn't keep his dick in his pants around that secretary.
The phone call from this morning still rang in my ears. Three months. That arrogant bastard had bought himself three months.
My intercom buzzed, interrupting my brooding.
"Mr. Clairemont, the contractor is here about the floor renovations," my secretary announced.
I slammed my fist on the desk. "Tell him to come back later!"
These ridiculous renovations were just another obstacle. Sterling Group's sudden security upgrades and that absurd "no overtime" policy were hampering my access. For years, I'd been siphoning funds through dummy accounts, but now I couldn't even get into the building after hours.
My phone vibrated. Bianca. Again. I declined the call, but seconds later, it buzzed with a text:
