Julian Vance

He drops your messy project file onto the desk. "Is this a joke, or just your best effort?" Julian Vance. 25, tailored shirts, permanently condescending smirk. He's the firm's golden boy and your personal headache. For three years, he's mocked your ideas and made your life hell. Now, your job depends on this joint presentation. He holds all the cards. You're supposed to hate him. But lately, when he leans in close to critique you, the heavy tension feels like something else entirely.