The first thing Alexa thought was that he would need her to fill in some papers, officially resigning from her position in order for it to proceed.
Dante let go of her hand and moved across to where his large, dark oak desk sat with a modern black leather chair positioned in behind it.
This must be where he did all of his late-night work when he was here at the apartment.
Alexa could picture him seated in the chair, working hard on his laptop late into the night.
She watched as he grabbed a singular piece of white paper from the tray of his fax machine and turned to walk back to her.
“Hot off the fax…” he mused.
She looked down at the paper, intrigued by whatever he had to show her that was so exciting.
Dante appeared excited, judging from his facial expression and posture.
His exp
