The private dining room on the fiftieth floor was the height of corporate luxury. It was all velvet chairs, heavy silver, and windows that made you feel like you were dining on a cloud.
Usually, I loved the view.
Today, the height just made me feel dizzy.
Julian sat at the head of the table, naturally. William was to his right, and I was placed directly across from William. It was a strategic arrangement; every time I looked up, I had to meet Julian's predatory gaze or see the way William kept glancing at his uncle for approval.
The "core team" consisted of three other department heads, all of whom were behaving like schoolboys in the presence of a legend.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of seared sea bass and desperate ambition. Marcus, the Head of Acquisitions, was leaning so far forward he was practically in Julian's lap.
