JULIAN

Victoria Ashford arrived at exactly eight AM. I was already in my office, reviewing reports with Blake, when my assistant buzzed.

"Ms. Ashford is here," she announced.

"Send her in," I replied, steeling myself.

Blake muttered something under his breath that sounded like "here we go."

Victoria walked in wearing a tailored navy dress and carrying a leather portfolio, she looked professional, polished and ready for business.

"Good morning, Mr. Cross, Mr. Hartley," she greeted.

"Ms. Ashford," I replied. "Coffee?"

"Please," Victoria said, settling into the chair across from my desk. "Black, no sugar."

Blake went to pour it, shooting me a look that clearly said I told you...