Melissa stepped quietly into the grand conference hall, her heels making soft taps against the polished floor. The room was filled with voices—muffled conversation, the clinking of coffee cups, the occasional clearing of throats—but what caught her eye instantly was Alec.
He was seated at the far end of the long table, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on Mr. Milton, one of the junior directors. There was something unsettling in Alec’s expression—cold, sharp, and dangerous. His dark eyes were shooting daggers, and Melissa instinctively followed his gaze to see what had triggered that look.
Her eyes widened.
Mr. Milton had just spilled his coffee—right on Alec’s Italian leather shoes.
Melissa’s breath caught in her throat. Oh no.
She knew Alec’s temper, and this wasn’t going to end wel
