“Explain,” Alexei said the moment the door shut close and he sat down on his swivel chair, looking at the papers on his desk with clear distaste.
Ezekiel ran a hand through his hair and loosened his tie. “I didn’t have anything to do with this. You should be talking to father about this. After all, he was the one who gave the interview.”
“An interview?”
“Well, more like an unofficial statement. Some reporters found out that they were in the country, and well, they were tailing them for quite some time asking about you and some other things.”
Alexei’s face contorted to a scowl and he sat up. “So that’s why they chose to tell them that I’m already a father? Because they wanted some gossip? What— I can’t believe they did that.”
“You know how father is, Alexei, if I had known, I would’ve—
