ALEXANDER
I was buried in work when I heard the door to my office swing open. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Irene. Only she had the nerve to barge in without knocking. Sure enough, her voice followed a second later.
"You're still here? Aren’t you coming down for dinner?"
I didn’t even glance at her. "No," I said, scanning through the document in front of me. "I’ll eat later."
There was a pause, but I knew she wasn't done talking.
"You can’t do that," she said, crossing her arms. I could hear it in her tone...that subtle mix of irritation and conviction that only Irene had mastered.
I finally looked up. “Why not?” o mean she knows I have the habit of skipping dinner most of the time, why is she acting so surprised.
"Because your mate is going to be at the table,” she said
