Alpha Alexander’s POV
I stepped into the elevator, ignoring the greetings from my employees. Since Frida's passing, the women’s flirtatious behavior has become more overt and persistent. It’s unsettling, and I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a genuine shift happening or if it’s just my perception. Regardless, it’s inappropriate and concerning. I may need to convene a meeting to address this before it escalates any further.
As the elevator doors opened to my floor, I was greeted by a sight that instantly aroused me. My hands clenched into fists as I tried to stop myself from massaging the ache. Damn it. I hadn't yet finished reviewing the CCTV footage of Vanessa and me in my study, and the anticipation was building. Perhaps today I'll devote myself to completing it.
Standing in the cor
