(Leigh’s POV)
Alfie whistled when he saw me. “Somebody’s ready for a catfight, roar!” He handed me the folder of our set of proposals and glanced at Alex. “Good morning, Mr. Hearst!”
“Just Alex, Alfie,” he corrected. “Don’t make it sound like I’m included in their business. Stay me out of it.”
“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” Alfie rolled his eyes at me. “Coffee?”
I shook my head, watching Alex as he sat down on the couch, taking the newspaper Alfie left when he saw us coming.
“Not you,” Alfie said, puckering his lips at Alex. “I’m buying coffee at the coffee shop downstairs.”
“Let me join you,” Alex told Alfie, standing up and placing the newspaper back on the couch. “I’m tired of hearing all the sighing from my wife, Alfie,” he said, causing me to glare at him
