The rest of the morning seemed to fly by as I raced to compile everything Alex needed for his 9 am quarterly meeting. By the time I had all the reports printed and organized it was 8:15 am.

I grabbed the stack of documents, double-checking everything one last time before asking Alex’s housekeeper for his whereabouts so I could inform him.

"He's in his study," she replied, pointing in the direction of the study.

"Thank you," I said, walking quickly over there.

"Mr. Hernandez, everything is ready for the meeting," I announced as I entered.

"Good. Let me have it," he stretched out his hand, but his eyes were still...