Alex D.
590 Words
(Third Person Pov)
Alex Dane did not rush. He never did.
His world moved at his pace—measured, deliberate, controlled.
Inside his office, the city lights painted his silhouette in gold and shadow as he stood by the glass wall, his reflection staring back at him like a silent opponent.
Ember Shaw.
The name lingered in his mind longer than it should have.
He had dealt with competitors before—ruthlessly, efficiently. But none had ever made him watch.
None had ever made him… pause.
Alex took a slow sip of his wine, his expression unreadable.
“Sir,” his assistant’s voice came from behind him.
“Report.”
“Ember & Thyme’s online reviews are stabilizing. Public sentiment is mixed, but—”
“Continue.”
A slight hesitation.
“She’s gaining sympathy,” the assistant admitted. “Some are calling your actions excessive.”
Alex’s jaw tightened slightly.
Excessive.
A dangerous word.
“Good,” he said finally.
The assistant blinked. “Sir?”
“Let them talk,” Alex continued calmly. “Public opinion is temporary. Control is not.”
His gaze drifted back to the city below.
But then—
His thoughts slipped again.
To her.
The way she stood her ground. The way she didn’t break.
She should have broken.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she left quietly. No outburst. No spectacle.
Why?
That question lingered.
Not irritation.
Curiosity.
“Sir,” the assistant added carefully, “there’s something else.”
Alex didn’t respond immediately.
“What?”
“A man—Derrick—he’s been increasing his involvement with Ember Shaw.”
Alex’s fingers tightened slightly around the glass.
Derrick.
“I see,” he said slowly.
His expression didn’t change, but something inside him did.
A quiet shift.
Possessiveness?
No.
That was not the word he would use.
“Continue surveillance,” Alex said coldly. “Everyone close to her matters.”
“Yes, sir.”
The assistant left.
Silence returned.
But this time, it was heavier.
Alex turned slightly, staring at his reflection again.
“She’s not supposed to matter,” he murmured under his breath.
Yet she did.
And that… irritated him more than anything.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
“Come in.”
Trent stepped inside, hands in his pockets, eyes immediately narrowing.
“You’re thinking about her again,” Trent said casually.
Alex didn’t deny it.
“Obsessed?”
Alex scoffed lightly. “Careful.”
Trent smirked. “That wasn’t a denial.”
Silence stretched between them.
Alex finally spoke.
“I don’t get distracted.”
“No,” Trent replied. “You don’t. That’s why this is interesting.”
Alex’s eyes flickered slightly.
“Interesting?”
Trent nodded.
“You’re not just targeting her anymore.”
A pause.
“You’re watching her.”
Alex turned fully now, his gaze sharp.
“And?”
Trent shrugged.
“And that’s new.”
Alex stared at him for a long moment.
Then, quietly—
“Prepare the acquisition.”
Trent raised a brow. “You’re moving faster than expected.”
Alex’s voice was calm, almost distant.
“I’m removing variables.”
“Or,” Trent said slowly, “you’re moving closer.”
Alex’s eyes darkened slightly.
“I don’t move closer.”
But even as he said it—
His mind returned to her.
To Ember Shaw.
And the fire she refused to lose.
And for the first time in a long time…
Alex Dane felt something unfamiliar.
Not weakness.
Not hesitation.
But a challenge.
And he intended to win.
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