XARION'S POV
The second I push through the glass doors of my company, my employees start greeting me.
"Good morning, Alpha Xarion."
"Morning, sir."
"Welcome, Alpha."
I nod at each of them, offering polite smiles and calm responses as I make my way through the lobby.
And then I see him.
Andrew.
He's leaning against the reception desk, arms crossed, with a knowing smirk already forming on his face.
Great.
He falls into step beside me as I head toward the elevator, and I can feel his eyes on me, studying me like I'm some kind of puzzle.
"Morning, Xarion," he greets casually.
"Morning," I reply evenly, keeping my expression neutral.
But Andrew's not buying it.
He glances at me out of the corner of his eye, and his smirk widens. "Your face is glowing today. Like, actually glowing.
