Alexander’s POV
The office was suffocating. The air was heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. I stood by the window, staring outside and thinking, my jaw clenched tightly.
Reymond was a shadow seeping into every corner of my life.
I spent hours going through the document. Trying to piece together his next move with Daniel and Victor, yet it felt like no matter how much I worked, or how much I read through the files, I couldn’t find anything. I was always two steps behind him.
That was the thing about my father. He was the man who played the long game.
The company was my life. I sacrificed too much to let him get it.
“Sir,” Victor called, snapping me out of my thoughts. He stood by the door to my office, a cautious expression on his face.
“What is it?” I asked sharply.
“We
