I pushed the door open.
Several people were already seated around the large table.
Several other people.
President Evan.
Uncle Herbert.
And him.
Alexander.
He sat near the far end of the table wearing a black suit.
His expression was calm.
Unreadable.
The moment I entered, his gaze lifted.
Our eyes met briefly.
Then he looked away first.
As if nothing had happened.
As if we were complete strangers.
Something inside me loosened unexpectedly.
I wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
"Director Alicia."
Uncle Herbert smiled.
"We were waiting for you."
I nodded and took my seat before opening the files in front of me.
The meeting soon began.
To my surprise, Alexander barely spoke.
Most of the discussion was handled by the lady I assume to be his assistant and the directors accompanying him.
Whenever he did speak, it was strictly about business.
Cotton supply.
Distribution.
Production schedules.
Investment projections.
