Julian Valerius shot to his feet like someone had stuck a rod up his ass. His chair skidded backward, almost tipping over. Everything about him screamed old money and entitlement, from his expensively cut blonde hair to his custom-tailored uniform. I'd bet my baseball bat he'd never washed a dish in his life.
"This entire discussion is pointless," he declared, voice ringing with the confidence of someone who's never been told 'no.' "Mixing oil and water is a waste of time and resources. This isn't about democracy; it's about common sense and proven ability."
