CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE – THE ABSOLUTE NERVE!

Early one crisp Tuesday morning, mere days after Charlotte's public statement, Julian excused himself from a tense meeting with his second-in-command Blake to take an urgent phone call. When he returned, there was a stormy look on his chiseled features. "I need to run out for a bit," he gritted out, raking a hand through his dark locks in clear aggravation. "That was security in the lobby. It seems we have an...uninvited guest." Blake raised an eyebrow but didn't pry - they both knew exactly which insufferable guest Julian was referring to. With a curt nod, Julian spun on his heel and left, the tension practically rolling off him in waves. While Julian was momentarily gone to deal with the fresh firestorm, Charlotte settled in to review some marketing reports for an upcoming product launch. She had just finished highlighting a promising section when Blake stuck his head into her office, his expression somewhere between bewildered and concerned. "Er...you might want to come out here