CLAIRE

I woke up to Julian already dressed in a charcoal suit, talking on the phone in the living room, his voice carried through the apartment, calm and authoritative.

I got up and went through my morning routine, hearing snippets of his conversation about investment portfolios and quarterly returns.

By the time I emerged, Julian was pouring coffee. "Morning," he greeted, handing me a mug. "Sleep well?"

"Well enough," I replied. "You're up early."

"Conference call with Singapore," Julian explained. "They're twelve hours ahead."

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Good, closed a fifteen million dollar deal," Julian said casually, like it was nothing.

I shook my head, smiling. "Just...