swung open from the inside. A chauffeur dressed in a crisp black uniform step out, holding an umbrella and a leather document briefcase.
Julian stepped past James, holding out his hand to guide Vanessa toward the open door. "After you, my dear."
The chauffeur immediately stepped between Julian and the door, his white-gloved hand held up in a firm, polite barrier.
"I apologize, sir," the chauffeur said in a polished British accent. "This vehicle is reserved."
Julian frowned, his arrogant demeanor flinching for a fraction of a second. "Reserved? I called for the hotelโs VIP service five minutes ago! My name is Julian Sterling, VP of Sterling Holdings!"
"I am aware of who you are, Mr. Sterling," the driver replied calmly.
The chauffeur turned 180 degrees, bowed his head respectfully toward the man in the brown corduroy jacket, and held the door open wide.
"Good evening, Mr. Vance," the driver said warmly. "Your meeting with the board has been moved to the top floor penthouses. Mr. Sterling's acquisition filing has been rejected."