Asher’s pov.
Alexander, Marcus, Connor and Dennis. An odd combination of people in my office, but I don’t bother to think about it.
They all bow when I walk in, some more deeply than others, some with a serious look on their face, some with a facial expression that does nothing but express utter disdain for me.
I ignore them and their greetings, though I want more than anything to grab a fistful of blond hair and sever the head from the body, I keep my hands in my pocket, sit on my office chair and reach into my drawer for the documents I need to get what I need done. I silently thumb through them, trade agreements, allegiance documents, letters…
It will only take a few signatures to get what I need done. I honestly don’t know why I chose to make this decision,
Carlos hovers just a l
