Alexander was sitting in Eleanor's office when he suddenly felt as though someone was staring at him. He walked over to the window, silently looking out.
It was incredibly quiet around him, not even a shadow of a person or a bird could be seen. Alexander shook his head, thinking he must be imagining things. Buzz. His phone suddenly vibrated, and when he checked, it was Thorne calling, so he answered.
"Hello, Thorne."
"Young Master Reynolds, there’s a match tonight. I’ve reviewed the schedule, and your opponent is Amadeus Stark. I’ve gathered some information about him and sent it to your email. If you have time, please take a look.” Thorne said.
Alexander laughed and replied: “Thanks for your hard work, I’ll read it later."
"Don’t underestimate him. Amadeus is the number one white box
