The heels of Julia's stilettos clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed into Richard's study without knocking. He stood near the shelf, straightening the cuffs of his blazer-looking every bit the powerful businessman ready to conquer the day.

"You really sent me off to Jordan?" she scoffed, striding up with crossed arms. "And now she's taking my place for the veteran housing project bidding? What the hell is going on, Richard?"

Without turning, Richard's jaw flexed.

"Who do you ...