Shameless

JULIEN

Julien ignores the protest of his father’s secretary when he barges into Armand Benoit’s Office. He was indeed in a meeting. The stern frown that spreads along Armand’s lips does nothing to curb the fury surging through Julien’s veins.

“Julien, I’m in a meeting,” Armand announces as he eyes his son and attempts to plaster a smile across his face. He manages a grimace.

Julien struts to a plush white chair and takes a seat, his eyes glaring daggers at Armand.

“I’m sure cutting it short won’t be a major inconvenience,” he drawls.

The businessman seated in front of Armand gazes at the pair with his eyes widened. He clears his throat.” I can come back another time,” he murmured, already rising to his feet.

Once the door closed behind the associate, in three steps Julien was standing in front of his father’s table, hands gripping the mahogany tightly.

“I don't have time for your antics, Son,” Armand rasps as his gaze settles on the monitor beside him, he begins to type.

Julien’s kn