Desiree’s POV

"and who the hell are you?" Today, a young and sophisticated woman entered Alexander's office, and her countenance was sour and bitter when she saw me, as if she was not thrilled to see me there.

Her long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she raises an eyebrow as she looks at me. "What exactly are you doing in his office? You're meant to be working outside!" She gave me a snarl. As I was ready to open the door, I flinched uneasily and lowered my head, but Alexander appeared and we both looked into each other's eyes.

“Alex–Sir…” I said as I stuttered.

The woman...