Julian Sterling smiled, a radiant expression that chased away his earlier gloom: "Thank you. I shall take that as a sincere compliment."
Ethan Caldwell looked at Julian Sterling's appearance, eyes still slightly red from crying, yet head held high with pride and confidence, and could only shake his head with a chuckle. Sometimes he had to admit this lad was truly agile and keen when it came to analyzing such situations. The man patted Julian Sterling's back lightly, signaling for him to shift slightly to give him some room. Then, under Julian's curious and puzzled gaze, Ethan Caldwell reached over to the wooden nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and retrieved a set of documents carefully encased in a hard leather binder.
