The Rowan Group, President's Office.

Julian leaned back into the supple leather of his chair, deep in thought, dissecting himself with unusual candor.

Everything he did was for the stability of the marriage, for a legitimate heir.

He didn’t dislike Francesca. In fact, he found her somewhat endearing.

At least in one regard, the two of them had established excellent rapport recently. Men were creatures of needs, and when those needs were ...