He walked through the penthouse to the front door. He looked at the security screen to see who was standing there.
His eyes widened in surprise. It was Eleanor.
He opened the door and forced a small smile. "Mother, it's lovely to see you," he said.
Eleanor didn't wait for an invite. She stepped inside, her expensive heels clicking on the marble floor. She looked perfect, as always, not a single hair out of place even this early in the morning. She looked around the quiet penthouse.
"You didn't answer my calls last night, Julian," she said, her voice smooth but firm. "I assumed you were busy with your... projects."
Julian tied his robe tighter. He didn't like her being here so early, especially with Lyvana still in bed. "It's 7 a.m., Mother. Most people are still asleep."
"I am not most people," Eleanor replied. She turned to him, her expression turning serious. "And we have things to discuss. Important things. About the family name and the choices you are making."
