"Sir, the matriarch has summoned you," James said carefully, his tone measured as though he feared saying the wrong thing might worsen the already dangerous atmosphere inside the office.
A brief silence followed afterward before Alex's eyes slowly lifted, and a faint flicker of understanding crossed them.
"The Matriarch?" he asked, his voice almost inaudible as though his anger had consumed everything he had in him.
James nodded silently. Given the current scandal surrounding Alex, the matriarch's involvement had been inevitable from the very beginning. There had been no possible way the matter could escalate this far without eventually reaching her ears.
Alex slowly pressed his fingers against his brow, exhaustion written clearly across his face. He looked tired, mentally strained, and dangerously worn thin.
"When?" Alex finally asked after a long pause, lifting his gaze to meet his assistant's cautiously guarded expression.
