Chapter 88

Alexi wastes no time walking straight to his/my desk, which neither of us is willing to relinquish even though there is another by the window. We both always take this one as some juvenile power struggle in this domain. He slides in, sits heavily, plonks his feet on the table on top of all my paperwork and eyes me challengingly. I know he is trying to piss me off, and it’s working; Although I am better at acting than that, I am not about to show him that he is getting to me.

“So what have I missed… and are we ready for nine p.m.?” Straight to the point, no other chit-chat or mention of last week?

Fine by me.

Two can play at that game!

If Alexi takes the business route to interact with me, I can handle that just fine. However, I hate that it makes me feel weirdly upset and triggers a nerve—stupidly so.

“I took care of everything. Club’s ready, guests are sorted, and everything is in hand. All you need to do is put on a suit and look intimidating.” I smil