Alexander's POV
I arrived at the club and headed straight for the private room that had been reserved.
The moment I stepped inside—
the atmosphere changed dramatically.
Daniel Caldwell sat lazily on the sofa, a glass of liquor in his hand. Even after hearing the door open, he didn't immediately look up.
"CEO Blackwood…"
A faint smile curved his lips.
"I never thought the great Alexander Blackwood would personally arrange a meeting with me."
Only then did he lift his eyes.
Our gazes locked.
Cold.
Sharp.
I walked in calmly and sat across from him before pouring myself a drink.
"Really?" I said lightly. "I assumed you were already it."
Daniel chuckled softly, swirling the liquid in his glass.
"let me go straight to the point then"
Without waiting for his response, I slid the file across the table.
"Take a look."
His brows lifted slightly.
"I knew it," he murmured. "Alexander Blackwood never moves without a reason."
He finally set his glass down and opened the file.
