PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:“There won’t be any vacations. Will there?” Julian asked, lounging in my chair as he offered me a glass of whiskey.“Obviously,” I drawled, leaning back against the sofa in my office - old office.I took a sip, the liquor burning its way down my throat. “How’s corporate life treating you?”He laughed. “Your company’s a disaster, Vexley. I can’t believe you handed me a sinking ship.”I winced.“I told you exactly what you were signing up for,” I said, offering Julian an apologetic shrug. “Fair enough,” Julian said as he picked the decanter and walked towards the sofa, settling himself on the other end.I pulled the decanter towards me to refill my glass.“Corey Allister paid me a visit,” Julian informed, making me halt mid-pour.“I’m surprised it took him two days,” I said with a snort. “What did he say?”“That he knows what you’re playing at and that it won’t work,” Julian said casually. “Though for all his bluster, he looked rattled.”I nodded. It was somethi
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