Viya's POV
The restaurant Julian had chosen was elegantly understated, with warm lighting and private booths that offered both comfort and discretion. As we settled in, Julian ordered a bottle of wine and suggested several dishes he thought I might enjoy. His thoughtfulness, as always, was both genuine and undemanding.
"The Blackwood project is scheduled to start next month," Julian mentioned as our appetizers arrived. "We'll need to coordinate with their research team, which means regular visits to Blackwood headquarters."
I took a sip of wine, considering the implications. "That means I'll likely run into Caesar," I acknowledged calmly.
Julian studied my expression carefully. "Will that be a problem? I can handle the in-person meetings if you prefer."
"No," I said firmly
