As soon as Alexander walked out of the conference room, he went up to the forty-eighth floor, the last floor of the building. The space was exclusively meant for him. Only a few people were allowed to go in there and that was based on invitation only. The floor contained his massive office, which is only open to P.A. Ivan and Secretary Ann, a kitchen with world top class chefs, gym room, big library that contained books of world top writers, the executive reception area, a walk in closet, swimming pool and other recreational rooms.
Alexander had his bath in the bathroom and walked out from the walk-in closet, looking freshened up. He had carefully selected a black suit to wear, which he had donned with black shoes, giving off a cold aura. He walked out of the room, exuding confidence and authority. P.A. Ivan bowed slightly.
He strode out of the A.R. Corporation with P.A. Ivan trailing behind him. His demeanor marked him a man of every woman's dream and every lady who saw him couldn't help but drool at the sight of his handsomeness. How they wished they could just get closer to him, touch him, and maybe feel his strong arms around them. He was used to the effect he had on women anyway.
He walked towards his waiting Rolls Royce which had the door already opened by Leo, his driver. He sat in and relaxed as the car pulled away from the garage and drove towards the Ross Manor, where his grandmother lives.
Alexander's parents' marriage was a bit complicated. His father had taken an interest in another woman who wasn't his wife. He was just a little boy caught up in the turmoil of a broken home, but thanks to grandparents Ross, they had taken him in and given him a loving home. Everything he knew was taught to him by his grandparents.
He tried not to remember the day his parents had the major fight because of that woman – the woman that his father had cheated with. The woman who made his father 'pushed' his mother to her death. He took a sip from the scotch in his hands.
In a bid to take his mind off the memories of his mother's death, he asked P.A. Ivan for the information about the lady he had woken up to earlier. The first lady that his body didn't resist, the lady that her feminine scent was almost driving him crazy, making him want more of her. He knew it was never his thing to go after a woman, but he had already claimed her, and he needed her.
P.A. Ivan hesitated for a moment, "Her name is Isabel. Isabel Anderson. She is the daughter of Mr. Anderson, the former owner of the Golden Couture. He's dead anyway and the company was taken over by his brother before it hits bankruptcy…"
"How is that piece of information useful to me?" Alexander interrupted him, not hiding his impatience.
'You just asked for every information concerning her and I'm doing just that. Can you be a little patient for once, Boss?' Ivan complained inwardly before he continued, this time around, going directly to the point.
"She was at the Aurum Hotels because her friend called her over. She just broke up with her boyfriend and needed money for her mother's heart transplant surgery which the doctor said will cost two million."
Alexander's face darkened at the sound of 'boyfriend'. Humped. He grunted, it doesn't matter anyway. She's his now.
'Is that jealousy I'm smelling? Good. You wouldn't want to know who the said friend is.' P.A Ivan thought at the look on Alexander's face.
"Why did you stop?" he asked, already losing patience. He can read the different expressions on Assistant Ivan's face, but he chooses to ignore them.
"Her friend had promised to help her, so she met with her at the Aurum Hotels. She was drugged and ended up in your bed." He reported, professionally.
As soon as he was done, Alexander took the papers from him, and his eyes quickly scanned the information. He stared at the name written on them: Isabel Anderson. Hmm, His antidote.
"Pay off her mother's hospital bills. Send a warning to her ex-boyfriend's family. I want to make her happy and get someone to watch over her," Alexander said, giving out orders like he rules the world. Of course, he does.
'Boss, this is not how to make a girl happy, but if you insist, I will oblige. She would be glad anyway that her mama's bill was paid," Ivan thought.
However, his movements stopped as he understood what his boss meant by "Send a warning to her ex-boyfriend's family." He knew it would not end well for the other family. Hmm, is that a new way of marking your territory? Boss, you're too much. He just nodded and took notes.
Alexander looked up from the papers, staring into the distance. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was darkening. His lips curved into a smile causing Chauffeur Leo and P.A. Ivan exchanged a nervous look. 'Now what is funny? There was nothing funny in the papers that could amuse anyone.' Both knew it was best for them to remain silent at this moment.
They shivered as his smiles widened by the second. They knew that Alexander hardly smiled, and when he did, even his enemies would prefer they were killed. Silently, P.A Ivan and Leo took pity on whosoever would fall victim.
It was as if Alexander was enjoying the thoughts of making his subordinates nervous and uncomfortable. This wasn't his usual tight-lipped smirk he'd give when he was pleased with himself. But something about his smile caught their attention; it reached his eyes…
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At the Ross Manor.
The sleek black Rolls Royce drove into the magnificent building of the Ross'. It's an ancestral home handed over to whosoever took over the A.R Corporation or, rather, the head of the Ross family. Alexander had left the Manor and had built a house of his own in the Night Snow Villa.
Thinking about his Villa, Alexander couldn't remember the last time he had gone there. He had everything he could ever want at the villa but it lacked the warmth a home should have. It felt empty even with the presence of so many servants. He had long realized that there was no one worth coming home to. However, he mentally reminded himself to start going home more often.
He shook off these thoughts as he stepped down from the Rolls Royce. The servants in the Ross Manor came out and lined up, bowing their heads to him.
As he walked past them, they all felt a chill in the air and shivered; maybe it was the weather that was making them cold or his cold aura. Whichever one, they knew that the coldness came with his presence here.
As Alexander reached the entrance of the massive oak doors, he stopped and turned to the butler whose head was still bowed.
"Butler Charles, where's grandma?" He asked.
"She's at the garden," Butler Charles reported, his head still bowed.
Alexander nodded in acknowledgment and took a deep breath before walking in towards the garden where he knew his grandma was waiting for him.
The garden had always been her favorite place in the manor, and he could imagine her sitting there, surrounded by the flowers and plants that she loved so much. It was her sanctuary, a place of peace. The flowers were in full bloom, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze.
As Alexander approached, he could smell the sweet scent of roses, jasmine, and lavender, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He could see his grandmother sitting on a bench, reading a book.
"Grandma," he called softly as he strode closer to her, causing her to raise her head, and almost immediately, her eyes twinkled with smiles.
"Alexander, Come here," she called lovingly. Alexander walked to her and embraced her. She was almost the only family he had left.
"How are you doing, grandma?" He asked concernedly as he sat down close to her.
"Grandma is good. Except that my leg hurts from running around," she complained bitterly, like a spoiled girlfriend.
"Grandma, I've told you to rest more often. The servants will take care of things. All you just need to do is give out the orders and they will follow." Alexander said.
"You sound just like your father, always telling me what to do!" Grandma replied, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "But you're right, I should take it easy. I'm just so used to being busy and active, it's hard to slow down. But grandma will try and listen to you more in the future," Grandma Ross said. She beckoned to her handmaid, "Irene, please get the dinner and bring it here."
Irene bowed and left, leaving Grandma and Alexander in the garden. A few minutes later, she came back with the dinner and some other servants who helped to set it down on the garden table in front of them.