MY ALPHA BOSS IS THE TOP ONE KILLER IN THE WORLD

CHAPTER 2: STRANGE BEHAVIOR

For the next few days, I fell into a routine that was strict, fast, and exhausting, yet strangely fascinating. Every morning, I arrived at exactly 7:30 AM, before almost everyone else, and prepared everything Axel Blackwood would need for the day. Coffee — black, no sugar, scalding hot. Files arranged perfectly in order. His schedule printed and placed right on the corner of his desk, exactly where his right hand would land.

And every single day, he walked past me without a second glance, his face a cold, blank mask, his long legs carrying him into his office with powerful, heavy steps. He never said "Good morning." He never said "Thank you." He only spoke when he needed something done, and his voice was always short, sharp, and commanding.

"Isla. File this."

"Isla. Cancel the 2 PM meeting."

"Isla. Leave me. Now."

But despite his rudeness and his terrifying aura, I noticed things. Small things that normal people would miss, but because I spent every hour of every day watching him, studying him just to stay out of trouble, I saw them clearly.

The first strange thing I noticed was his schedule.

In every big company, CEOs were usually busy during the day. Meetings, phone calls, inspections, lunches with partners. But Axel… Axel worked differently. He sat behind that massive glass desk from morning until late afternoon, reading documents, signing papers, or staring at the city below with that unreadable expression on his face. But as soon as the clock struck 5:00 PM, the whole atmosphere around him changed.

He became restless. His leg would bounce slightly under the desk. He checked his watch every two minutes. He stopped working entirely.

And exactly at 11:00 PM, when almost every single person in the building had gone home and even the security guards were half-asleep, his door would open.

It was around 11:15 PM on a Tuesday, about four days after I started, that I first saw it clearly. I had stayed late to finish typing up a long report he had demanded, my eyes burning from staring at the screen for hours. The floor was silent, dark, lit only by the small lamp on my desk and the lights from the city outside.

Suddenly, the heavy doors of his office swung open.

I looked up quickly, ready to stand and greet him, but I froze in my seat.

Axel walked out. But he didn’t look like the rich, polite CEO I saw during the day.

Gone was the expensive tailored jacket. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up high, revealing those strong forearms I had seen before — covered in faint, old scars that looked like they came from knives or sharp objects. His tie was loose around his neck, his collar unbuttoned. He wore black pants and heavy black boots that made no sound on the marble floor. In his hand, he held a black leather bag that looked heavy and well-used.

He moved like a shadow. Fast, silent, fluid. There was no wasted movement. It was the way a soldier moved, or… a hunter.

He stopped for a split second when he saw me still sitting there. His grey eyes narrowed, sharp and dangerous.

“Why are you still here?” he asked. His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the silence like a blade.

I stood up quickly, clutching my papers. “I… I was finishing the annual report, sir. You said you needed it by tomorrow morning.”

He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes traveling from my face down to my feet, assessing me, judging me. I felt naked under his gaze.

“Leave,” he commanded coldly. “Go home. Now. Do not stay late again.”

Before I could even answer, he turned around and walked swiftly toward the elevator. He didn’t wait for it politely like everyone else. He pressed the button hard, stepped inside, and the doors closed instantly, taking him away into the night.

I left the building shortly after, confused and shivering. Where does he go at 11 PM dressed like that? And when does he come back?

I got my answer two nights later.

I had forgotten my phone charger on my desk and realized it only when I was already near the building again. Since the security guard knew me now, he let me back in quickly. It was 3:45 AM. The whole city was asleep. The building was pitch black and eerie.

I took the elevator up to the top floor, walking quietly towards my desk. And that was when I heard the soft ding of the other elevator — the one reserved only for the CEO.

The doors opened.

Axel stepped out.

My breath hitched, and I quickly ducked behind the tall shelf of files near my desk, peeking through the gap, my heart hammering against my ribs.

He was back. But he looked… different.

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast, like he had been running or fighting for his life. His dark hair was messy and stuck to his forehead with sweat. His black shirt was dusty, covered in dirt and grime, and there was a fresh scratch running down his left cheekbone — bright red and angry looking.

But what made my blood run cold was his hand.

He wiped his hand across his mouth, and under the dim emergency lights, I saw it clearly. There was something wet and dark staining his fingers and the cuff of his shirt.

It looked exactly like blood.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway, right in front of the forbidden door — the one at the end of the hall. He leaned against the wall for support, closing his eyes, his face twisted in a mix of exhaustion and pain. He let out a long, ragged breath that sounded almost like a growl.

“Damn it,” I heard him whisper hoarsely to himself. “Too close. Way too close.”

He reached into that black bag he always carried and pulled out something shiny and metallic. I couldn’t see it clearly, but the shape… it looked like the handle of a gun. He shoved it back quickly, unlocked the forbidden door with a key he pulled from his pocket, and slipped inside, locking it immediately behind him with a loud click.

I stood there behind the shelf, trembling all over, my hand pressed tight over my mouth to stop myself from making a sound.

What was that?

Where does he go every night?

Why is he covered in dirt and scratches? And was that really blood?

All the rumors I had heard started rushing back into my head. He is dangerous. He has connections. He is not normal. I had thought people were just exaggerating, trying to make up scary stories about the richest man in the city. But now… now I wasn't so sure.

The next morning, I was at my desk early, my mind racing with questions I dared not ask.

At exactly 8:00 AM, his office door opened.

Axel walked out.

He was perfect. Pristine. Immaculate. He wore a fresh black suit, hair combed back neatly, face clean and smooth. The scratch that had been on his cheek was gone — hidden perfectly under makeup or healed faster than normal? He looked like a god again, cold, untouchable, powerful.

He walked towards me, and I forced myself to look down at my papers, terrified he would know I had seen him.

He stopped right in front of my desk. I held my breath.

He stood there for a moment, silent and intimidating, before he spoke in that deep, calm voice.

“Bring me the blue file from my office, Isla. And… coffee. Extra hot.”

He turned to leave, but then paused. He bent down slightly, his face close to mine, and his grey eyes searched mine intensely.

“You look tired,” he said, his tone unreadable. “Did you not sleep well?”

My heart skipped a beat. Did he know? Did he see me hiding last night?

“I… I am fine, sir. Just… adjusting to the new work schedule,” I managed to say, my voice shaking slightly.

He stared at me for another second, his eyes piercing right through me, before he straightened up. A strange expression crossed his face — almost like guilt, or regret — but it was gone so fast I thought I imagined it.

“Work hard, Isla,” he said quietly. “And stay out of things that do not concern you. It is safer that way.”

He walked away into his office and closed the door.

I sat back in my chair, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Safer.

Why did he keep talking about safety? Why did he warn me? And why did I feel like he wasn't just talking about office rules?

There was definitely something very wrong… and very dangerous… about my boss, Axel Blackwood. And the more I learned, the more I realized I might have stepped into a world I was not prepared for.

But looking at his closed door, knowing he was in there, mysterious and dark, I realized something else too.

I was terrified… but I was also incredibly curious. And for some stupid, crazy reason… I wanted to know his secrets.