CHAPTER 48
ANOTHER THORN
ALEXANDER
I stood at my bedroom window, watching the horizon, trying to remember the last time I had taken a day off. A real day. Not a day where I worked from home instead of the office.
I can't even remember.
There was always something. A deal, a meeting, a crisis Élise had manufactured to keep me off balance. The endless machinery of a life I had built so carefully and completely, that I had forgotten how to step away from it.
And now, I really needed to step away. Elise had eaten away at my mental health the previous week, I might as well get it back.
So I decided: No meetings this week, no calls and no documents. I was going to let myself breathe.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but I ignored it, keeping my eyes fixed on the sea until it stopped
