THE FLIGHT
Standing in Alexander's office, Lexa couldn’t help but gaze at the framed photograph of his late wife, Gloria. She was undeniably beautiful, and Lexa knew all too well the pain that must have engulfed him since her passing.
“Start getting Ace's stuff ready,” Alexander commanded, his eyes fixed on the documents sprawled across his desk, the weight of his grief palpable in the air.
“Sure, sir,” Lexa responded, though the familiar ache in her heart twisted at the thought of his loss.
He lifted his gaze, those intense eyes locking onto hers. “You didn’t ask what I need it for,” he pointed out, curiosity evident in his tone.
Lexa arched a brow, attempting to read his mind. “Aren’t we preparing for your parents' anniversary?” she ventured, hoping she was on the right track.
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