“Alex,” Cassian muttered. There were a lot of things he was surprised with at that exact moment. He had recently known that the temp was not named Alex Smith, that he was the son of the Wilkerson couple whose death was caused by his father, and that he was probably working with Green—or at least affiliated with him. But it was the first time that Cassian had witnessed him act like a completely different person.
He had momentarily witnessed Alex beat up and get beaten up just one day ago, but he barely saw anything since it all happened so fast that he didn’t have time to process. But at that moment, hearing and watching everything unfold, it became crystal clear to him that he really barely knew the man in front of him.
Alex, apparently, was not a shy, awkward, stuttering temp with lar
