CHAPTER 23
Xavier took a long sip of the cold transparent liquid in the squarish glass cup as he continued to stare at the bluish carpet of twinkling stars above the city from the wide window in his office.
Another long night of work. To him, the office was better than his exotic but lifeless mansion. Here, he was surrounded by something dear to him: work.
But tonight, his mind was preoccupied with something other than work, or rather someone. A certain brown-haired, although now grey, with eyes like that of a well oxygenated burning flame.
His thoughts took him back to their conversation or to aptly describe, their altercation that occurred earlier today.
"Freedom," she had said. Would no longer be his personal assistant, in other words she will no longer be with him.
Damn it! T
