*Alexander*

“Mr. Andrew Alexander” called out the only voice I can never mistake for others. I looked up at her face, which had a gleam flashing across it. “Yes, that's me. Is there a problem?” I asked blandly as I continued to hold the hand of the lady sitting next to me. “I would like to see you for a moment” she pronounced sternly. “Yeah, sure. I'm listening, Mrs. Torres,” I told her with a bright smile, folding my hands across my chest and looking at her face with interest. I watched as her eyes dimmed with anger and the veins on her forehead became exposed, “Privately, Alexander. Now get...