ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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For the rest of the time spent in my office, I managed not to look at him, and on the way to the conference room I kept my mouth shut, and so did he, but I can see that he's thinking of something, and I can also tell that it involves me because he's giving me side glances, but I force myself not to look at him, pretend that I have no idea that he's looking at me.
I have to go back to normal... whatever that would be...
As usual, when we enter the conference room, everyone stopped talking, laughing, smiling, and some even breathing, fact that has my broken heart a little warm as I remember how much of a kid he can actually be... with me.
God, stop it! Work, focus on work.
After he takes his rightful seat at the head o
