Chapter 34 Splinters Beneath The Surface

Julian knew something was wrong the moment he stepped off the elevator. It was too quiet. Not the calm kind of quiet that came from focused productivity—but the watchful, murmuring sort that slithered through office walls when something salacious had leaked. He caught the tail end of a whisper from one of the interns and the sideways glance of a junior exec who suddenly found her shoes very interesting.