Alexander’s POV
I glare at Susan, waiting for her to explain herself. Her shoulders stiffen as she begins, “Sir…” She pauses, takes a deep sigh, and continues cautiously, “We received a message that you had requested the cancellation of the order and to stop the shipment.”
Her voice wavers slightly, but the words hit me like a blow.
“What?” I voice out, the single word carrying enough weight to silence the thoughts swirling in my head. I feel an ache of distress tightening in my chest. What the f**k are they playing at? I was expecting delays at worst—not a cancellation.
I scoff, frustration and anger simmering. “What the hell do you mean by that, Susan?” My voice is sharp, slicing through the tense air.
Susan places a tablet forward with trembling hands. “It’s the message, sir,” she
