Alexander POV
The message had been short.
Simple.
Too simple.
We need to talk.
That was all my mother sent.
No explanation.
No context.
Just that.
And somehow—
It felt heavier than it should.
I stepped out of the car, my eyes lifting to the towering building ahead. The familiar structure felt different tonight.
Colder.
Like something inside was waiting.
Watching.
I exhaled slowly and walked in.
⸻
The door to her private lounge opened without resistance.
She was already there.
Of course she was.
Seated elegantly, a glass in her hand, posture perfect as always.
Composed.
Controlled.
Unshaken.
“Alexander,” she said calmly, without looking up. “You’re late.”
“I came as soon as I got your message,” I replied, stepping further in.
My eyes scanned the room briefly.
Some
