Then his jaw tightened. The comments. The images. The accusations. They spoke for themselves.
Amara was already sitting up straighter now, the softness of rest evaporating from her posture as it had never been there to begin with.
"I need to go to the company," she said, her voice steady, but too steady. Julian didn't argue. He didn't hesitate.
"Alright," he replied immediately, already turning toward the door. "Go get ready. I'll have the car brought around, and I'll get them to pack your breakfast. You can eat on the way."
Supportive. Efficient. Exactly what she needed. But not enough to slow what was already rising inside her. Before she could stand, her phone rang again. Janet. Amara answered instantly. She didn't wait. Didn't greet. Didn't ask.
"Get everyone into the conference room," she said, already swinging her legs off the bed. Her voice carried authority so sharp it left no room for panic on the other end. "Now."
