One moment of escape. A lifetime of silence.
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Alexander’s POV
The knock on my office door came like a warning shot—sharp, unwelcome, and perfectly timed to snap me out of my own spiraling thoughts.
“Come in,” I muttered, not lifting my head from the sea of contracts and financial statements spread across my desk like a wall I’d built with trembling hands.
The door clicked open, and with it, the telltale rhythm of heels against hardwood. Click. Click. Slow. Intentional. Not the cadence of someone bringing paperwork. The perfume followed—sweet, heavy, and familiar.
Tiffany.
She moved like someone who knew she was watched.
A file landed on my desk with manicured precision, nails the color of fresh blood tapping once for attention.
“Here’s the quarterly brief, sir.” Her voice coile
