FAYE
I walked into Alexander’s office, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease. The thought of Diana still lingered like a shadow I couldn’t quite shake.
I found Alexander at his desk, calm and composed as always, though I could sense the faint tension in his posture—subtle, but there.
I closed the door behind me, letting it click shut before speaking. “So… Diana came by earlier?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, trying to read his expression.
Alexander looked up from his papers, his sharp eyes meeting mine. “Yes,” he said simply, no hesitation in his voice. “She needed my help with something.”
“What kind of help?” I pressed, stepping closer to lean casually against the edge of his desk. I wasn’t trying to be confrontational—well, not exactly—but I needed to understand the situation
