Julian arrived an hour later.

His face was flushed, and his hair was a mess. Like he'd gotten dressed and ran the entire way.

"You wanted to see me?"

Sebastian sat behind his desk, a stack of papers beside him, and a mug of fresh coffee on the blotter.

"Take a seat," he said, motioning to the empty chairs across from him.

Julian's eyes shifted to the chairs.

He walked slowly over, lowering himself into the nearest one.

Sebastian stared at him with a puzzled look.

"Do you know why I called you ...