The walls of his private study were soundproof, but it still felt like the air around him was humming with pressure.

Alexander sat at the head of the king oak table, his thoughts swirling.

Just then, he heard a soft knock on the door. Then with a soft creak, Kelvin pushed the door open and stepped in.

“I'm here boss.” He said, his tone firm.

Alexander didn't respond, he just nodded once.

Kelvin moved from the door and stood across the table.He stood firm, his shoulders straight, his usual calm seen in his eyes.

Alexander tossed the folder onto the table, the same one he'd given Kelvin yesterday when he...