When we arrived at the Salvatore Tower, he swiftly went into the comforts of his own office, briskly walking without so much as a glance when some of his employees started greeting him along the way.
Don’t get me wrong, he had always been weird, but this is just outrageous.
“Hey, Alexei,” I called, my arms crossed, and leaned on the wall behind me. “What the hell was that about? You didn’t even let Natalie finish her briefing of your schedule you just blasted the door to her face as soon as you got here.”
He didn’t give me a glance and just continued rummaging in his bag. “It wasn’t my fault the door was automatic,” he mumbled, avoiding my eye contact.
“Seriously, Al, what was that about? Do you have a problem? You’re acting weird.”
He shook his head, compiling the papers he brought h
