The air in the Roman mansion felt so tense and thick that a knife would be able to cut through it. Everyone was on edge at Genevieve's disappearance and Alexander especially was the one getting more tense by the last minute.
Since the sun came out, he has been getting calls upon calls from his shareholders about them not being able to stay in the company anymore, and no matter how many sweet words he used or how he tried to sugarcoat his words, they won't listen. They would end the call before he could even begin talking.
Frustratedly, he threw the phone that wouldn't stop ringing away. He had more problems at hand than listening to those old hags whine in his ears.
There still haven't been words from the guards he sent to go find that troublesome daughter of his and he wonders what they were doing.
