ALEXANDER'S POV
I had called Rubby a million times, even going to her house and that of her parents. Her mom was mad at me, accusing me of being the cause of Rubby's pain, but I wouldn't blame her; she was right; if I had not insisted on her following me to the conference, all these wouldn't have happened.
I paid to get her phone tracked, but it didn't work; it seemed as though she had removed her SIM card.
The next morning was a disaster.
The company was in chaos. Staff whispered in corners, emails flooded in from international bodies demanding explanations, and worst of all, the media was eating it all up.
I stood in my office, staring at the large screen as the news anchor reported in a voice laced with judgment.
"Rubby Cavillton, the scandalous personal assistant to Alexander Wo
