Defense First
"By the way, Uncle Zain," Julian said casually.
A quiet ease filled his voice, yet those gold-flecked eyes sparkled just slightly with something playful. The calm in his words didn't match the hint of trouble glowing there.
A sleek car moved without a sound along the hushed roads of Valemont. Beyond the glass, glowing signs and tall structures drifted by, almost like ripples across a still lake.
"Isn't our family planning to develop a tourism project in Antarctica?"
Fog pressed close behind the glass as Julian rested his arm along the edge of the window frame. Streetlights smudged into glowing trails while he stared without blinking.
A small grin slowly showed itself across his lips.
"I want you to be in charge of this project."
Uncle Zain blinked.
For a moment, he didn't even process what he had just heard.
Antarctica?
That place where the wind howled like a thousand ghosts and temperatures could freeze steel?
