ALEXENDER POV
Contracts. Stacks of them, covering half my desk like punishment from the universe itself. I signed one file, pushed it aside, picked up the next, signed again and somehow the pile looked completely untouched.
I leaned back and pinched the bridge of my nose. How does a company this size survive only by trying to kill me daily?
The door cracked open. I didn't look up. Greg, only one person entered my office like a thief and stood like a schoolboy waiting for permission to breathe.
"Sir, the Director—"
"Not now, Greg." I flipped to the next document, eyes moving across figures and clauses. "I have enough on my plate. Add one more thing and I'll fire everyone in this building."
He went silent. Smart man.
I signed another page. Then another. Checked the clock. Noon. Damn.
