ALEX POV
The private lounge at Robinson Tower was all glass and steel, transparent walls, a city laid bare beneath their feet. Alex had chosen it deliberately. No shadows, No corners. No place to hide. Cassandra arrived exactly on time, she always did.
Her heels clicked with precision against the marble floor, each step measured, controlled. She wore cream soft, expensive, deceptively calm. Her hair was sleek, her makeup flawless, her expression carefully neutral. To anyone watching, she looked like a woman stepping into a meeting about wedding menus or shareholder schedules.
Alex knew better, she stopped a few feet away from him, eyes flicking briefly to the cityscape before settling on his face. “You wanted to see me,” she said smoothly. “Urgently.”
“Yes.”
No pleasantries, no wine,
