Alexander had not moved from his desk for a long time.
Not because there was nothing to do.
But because nothing in front of him seemed important enough to hold his attention.
The reports were open.
The numbers clear.
The decisions waiting.
And yet.
His mind refused to stay there.
It kept drifting.
Back to her.
Amelia.
The way she stood in that boardroom, composed and untouchable, like she had never once belonged to the version of him that still remembered her differently. The way she spoke without hesitation. The way she looked at him.
Or rather.
Didn’t.
His jaw tightened slightly.
That look.
Or lack of it.
Unsettled him more than anything else.
Because it meant something.
Something he wasn’t ready to define.
A knock sounded at the door, pulling him out of his thoughts.
