Alexander’s POV
Meetings.
Just the thought of attending them made me nauseous. I hated them, and I hated them even more when I had them with the council.
It felt like a never-ending story, and everyone wanted a turn to talk and give their ten cents.
I sighed under my breath and pulled my body up straight. My back was hurting, my ass was numb, and my neck was cramping.
Who bought these dumb, uncomfortable chairs in the first place?
"You did," Ghost muttered. He was just as annoyed as I was. "You changed the seating to ensure the meetings didn't take long."
"Well, it isn't working, is it!? I growled.
"No!" He snapped. "It's as if it helps to prolong the f*cking meeting!"
He was right. The council was discussing everything except the reason I was called, and my mind had wandered in a
