Beneath the Surface
Glande's POV
The rest of the morning passed faster than I expected.
The moment I stepped into Alex's office with his schedule, every trace of the warmth we had shared the night before disappeared behind the polished walls of Dallas Enterprises.
He was already seated behind his desk, reviewing a stack of documents with complete concentration.
Without looking up, he extended his hand.
"My schedule."
I placed the leather planner in front of him.
"Your first meeting begins in fifteen minutes. The finance department has already arrived."
He nodded.
"And the overseas investors?"
"I confirmed the conference call for one o'clock."
"Good."
He finally looked up.
For only a heartbeat, the professional mask slipped.
His grey eyes softened.
"Did you have breakfast?"
