Alexander's POV
After that whole scene with my mother, I needed to regain control. She had spent her life trying to manipulate me into doing what she wanted, but I wasn't a child anymore. I wasn't the boy who used to flinch under her cold words and follow her blindly.
Now, I was the one in control.
I went to my home office. The room was dimly lit and clear with a few stacks of books on the table. I walked to the bar at the corner, I poured myself a glass of water.
Taking a slow sip, I made my way to my desk and sank into the leather chair. I placed the glass down. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. I had wasted enough of my morning entertaining my mother's demands. There was still work to be done.
I picked up the phone and dialled my receptionist, Natalie.
“Sir,” She answered
