Chapter 5 - The Origin of The Meridian Room
Julian took a slow step toward Greg, his dark eyes narrowing into sharp slits.
“Forty years ago, my father worked sixteen-hour shifts in the freezing cold as a steel mason on this exact block,” Julian said, his voice echoing off the dark wood walls. “He wore that same brown wool coat to protect his skin from welding sparks so he could afford to send me to school.”
He turned his gaze onto Vanessa, who was shrinking back against a pillar, her previous arrogance completely shattered into terror.
“My father’s sweat and blood paid for every brick in this foundation,” Julian continued, his tone dangerously calm. “And you dared to tell him he doesn't belong here?”
Vanessa swallowed hard, her voice trembling violently. “Julian... please! It was a misunderstanding! I didn't recognize him! If I had known he was your father—”
“That’s the problem, Ms. Price,” Julian interrupted smoothly, his voice laced with venomous contempt. “You only show basic human respect to people when you think they hold power over you.”
He turned back to Lily, who was still holding her folded black apron in her hands, watching the interaction with calm, composed dignity.
“Lily,” Julian said softly, his demeanor shifting entirely as he addressed the young waitress. “Put your apron back on.”
Lily looked at the black fabric, then up at Julian’s dark eyes. She tied the apron securely back around her waist, smoothing out the white shirt beneath it.
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“Thank you, Mr. Calder,” Lily said politely.
👉 “Don't thank me yet,” Julian replied, turning a cold glare onto the manager. “Greg, hand me your keys and badge.”
