JULIAN

I woke up at the dining table, my neck screaming in protest. Blake was slumped in the chair beside me, snoring softly.

Documents covered every surface, coffee cups scattered among the papers. We'd worked until almost four AM going through financial records.

The damage was worse than I'd expected, Ethan hadn't just embezzled funds, he'd systematically destroyed the company's infrastructure.

I stood carefully, stretching muscles that had cramped from sleeping in a chair, six AM, the clock on the wall informed me.

Three hours until the board meeting. I needed to shower, eat, prepare. Blake stirred when I moved.

"What time is it?" he mumbled.

"Six," I replied. "Go...