~SARA~
Alex. Ford. Senior.
The cold, ruthless businessman who clawed his way through sweat and blood to build the Ford empire into what it is today.
I had heard tales about him. Tales that depicted him as a mean, stone hearted tyrant, who ran his business like mafia Dons.
The tales were intimidating enough.
But standing here, face to face with him, is worse.
It feels... suffocating.
He looks like danger itself. Tall and broad, despite his age. His sharp eyes scan everything, missing nothing and there’s something disturbingly appealing about him. Something that feels awfully familiar, something like a danger that I have been drawn to before.
And then it hits me.
Alex.
The older version.
He looks just like him. Same hard jaw. Same stormy eyes. Same way his mouth settles into a
