Brody's POV

I drove into my organization and parked my car in the parking lot. It was a short but boring drive, walking into the organization, almost everyone scurried to their seats except my best friend. 

He looked at me with a smile. "What's the problem?" Alex asked.

I became confused. I didn't remember informing him of any problem, I didn't know where he got the idea from. "I don't understand you."

He chuckled. "I mean, we all know that you only come here when you're angry or you want to sack someone." 

I frowned. "That's not true," I told him, he looked surprised and perplexed. "I mean, it's not...