ALEXANDER'S POV
I strolled into the revolving doors of the building that housed my father's company. I walked confidently, and I was fairly certain that on the outside, I looked totally in control.
But on the inside, my nerves were tied in knots and my chest had become severely constricted. All of this had absolutely nothing to do with it being my first working day in my father's company after many years
The last time I had been this nervous was more than Eight years ago when I was fired from my last job.
Since my last encounter with Isabella, I hadn't gone back to the house. After I left Madison's place, I stayed at a hotel, just to avoid seeing Isabella. Needing the space myself to think, to work out my own emotions- the turmoil slowly brewing in my heart.
I was immediately met in
