Alexander
My Pijo Runner halted in the VIP park of the city hospital. Stepping out of the limelight flooded my mind with a visceral scene I had always kept buried, a story I’d told no one but my personal doctor, Joe. It was the real reason I hadn’t visited Grandmother during her entire stay here.
It began at the Grand Constellation’s year-end party for the elites—a platform to flaunt wealth and power. I had no interest in attending until my P.A. called.
“Boss, Don Paul Darks will be there.”
“Fetch a slot for me,” I hissed, the command cold and final. I grabbed my black suit.
“Boss, the convener says there are no more slots.”
“Rubbish!” I growled. “Let me speak to him.”
“Hmm… Alexander Longhill,” I breathed my name into the phone. The heat I knew he felt made him stutter. “Y-You’re p
