"Alex, I just received a call from your father," Kia said, and Alex raised a brow. "He wants you home for dinner tomorrow."
Alex was silent for a while before he hummed and returned to the pile of work in front of him. Going through many files and signing if it was necessary or just putting it aside if he didn't think what was on it was good enough.
"Aren't you curious?" Kai asked, standing right in front of Alex not at bothered by the other man's silence.
Alex's hand paused as he cast a glance at Kai, "No," he said and resumed his work again.
Kai sighed and slumped on the seat. "I think you should be…"
"Have you no work to do?" Alex asked, his expression dark and his eyes staring daggers at Kai. "Have my meetings for the two weeks arranged. I want to be done with them as soon as possible," he instructed without even looking at the bewildered Kai.
"How mean," Kai said and stood up. He should have expected anything less. Alex will always find a way to habe stuck in the office with hom each time he plans to pull an all nighter and even when didn't, Kai couldn't find it in himself to leave his overbearing boss alone in the office. He didn't think it was safe. "Don't blame me if by tomorrow you don't even have the chance to breathe," he threatened and leisurely walked out of the office.
Alex paused and raised his gaze to the door once he heard it close and shook his head, a small smile appeared on his lips before returning his focus to his work.
Kai may be annoying, but he was a good employee and a great friend even though Alex won't ever admit it. Never. At least not to Kia himself. In their own way, they fight and argue with each other and know just how to get back at each other. But at the of the day, they were still good friends.
He didn't doubt for a second that Kai was kidding when he gave his little threat. The man would make sure that his meetings were starked back to back without any break. He had pulled that off on him before, and Alex regretted it.
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"I heard little Al is coming," a man probably in his late forties asked an older man.
"I have invited him, but it is not certain that he will come," the man, Williams Crawford said with a sigh. It has been so long since he last saw his youngest son, but the boy didn't seem to see it that way. The time and distance didn't seem to matter to him either. As long as he knew they were alive, he wouldn't bother coming back home.
Maybe this was only to the Crawford manor.
The same could be said about his other family. He treated them differently. Like is an actual family.
"You are being too lenient on him, Father. He has no respect for anyone…" the man went silent when he met his father's warning gaze.
"Don't ever say that again, Dominic," Mr Crawford warned. He still felt guilty for the past, which was the reason that had driven his youngest child from home. From him. He didn't need his other children pouring salt into his wounds.
"I am sorry, Father," Dominic apologized, but the big frown on his face would tell anyone that the apology didn't come from anywhere near his heart.
"Good. Now tell me what happened between Adam and his fiancée. Why did she want to break up?" Mr Crawford asked.
Dominic's expression became complicated. He didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew his son was at fault. At the same time, he wasn't going to call out his son in front of his father. It would ruin everything for Adam.
"I do not know the details. Adam just told me that she said she was fed up with him and wanted to leave," he said, but Williams knew better. It couldn't be that simple.
He had met his grandson's fiancée before, and she didn't look like the kind of person to just walk out of a relationship.
"I see," he nodded his head. Whatever it was, he would learn the truth when the girl came over. He knew she wouldn't turn him down.
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"The old man invited you?" Jesaa asked, staring at Sara with disbelief. Sara nodded her head with a hum. "And you are going?" She asked again as if repeating the same question with different words would result in a change in answer.
"Yup," Sara nodded her head. "Help me pick an outfit. I can't look bad going to my ex's home. It won't be nice," she said, and Jessa blinked. "What?"
"I am just… shocked. Shocked that you even considered going there," Jessa said, shaking her head. "If you must go, then you should slay. Let him… them see you and then regret treating you badly," she said with a mischievous grin.
"Now that worries me," Sara looked at the smile on her friend's face and scrunched her nose.
"Let's go get you some new dresses tomorrow. These are already overused or too formal. They scream work," Jessa ignored the expression on Sara's face and continued to look through the clothes.
"I can't. My new boss is quite a handful. As his secretary, I can't leave until he does or at least gives the permission to leave. I doubt he would do that since tomorrow will be my first day as "the president's secretary," she said with air quotes and even rolling her eyes in the process.
"You have a new boss?" Jessa asked as her eyes went wide.
"Mmm….hmm," Sara hummed but didn't say anything else, and Jessa sighed. She just wasn't getting it.
"Is he handsome?" She asked, and Sara nodded. "Young?" Sara nodded again. "Screams money?" Sara nodded again, and Jessa beamed. "Has your new boss taken a liking to you already?"
Sara's heart skipped a beat at that last question. She would have straight up said no had the bastard of a boss not been very straightforward about it. Too straightforward that even if she denied it in his absence, no one would believe her.
"You are here to help me pick out a dress, not to ask about my new boss, Jessa," she changed the conversation. She wouldn't say anything before Jessa saw through her. But her silence was enough.
"So he likes you, and you know about his feelings," she poked Sara's arm as she teased her. "If you don't want him, then give him to me. He seems like my type."
Sara glared at her while she laughed.
"You are just unbelievable, Jessa."