Alexander turned out to be a bigger thorn in my side today for reasons I’m not entirely aware of just yet. Lennix do this, Lennix do that. Swear to god he was going to have me on watchout duty for the next few days at this rate. It felt like something pissed him off. And I’m not sure what yet.
When I walk out of the building, while looking for my car, a black Porsche cayenne pulls right in front of me and when the driver's window rolls down, Alexander gives me a polite smile.
“Need a lift, Lennix?” He offers me and I slowly shake my head, offering him a gentle smile.
“I already have someone coming to pick me up.” I barely manage to finish, when behind his car, another one shows up and I recognize the black Mercedes that everyone owns in The Demontooh pack. From inside, a tall and rat
