Alexander’s POV
I step into my office, the weight on my shoulders lighter than it’s been in months. Victory tastes sweet, but this one is different. I move to the bar cart in the corner, pouring myself a drink, savoring each sip as if the liquid carries the satisfaction I’ve been chasing for so long.
The designs have been approved. Finally. It feels like I’ve proven myself again—not to anyone else, but to me. A small, strange smile tugs at the corner of my lips. Is this happiness? It feels foreign, almost uncomfortable. And then a thought strikes me.
Am I happy because of the project’s success? Or is it because Claire Montgomery will see me differently now?
I scoff inwardly, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. Why should I care? It’s just another project—like dozens before it, nothi
