At Alexander's office, he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers steepled as he fixed his gaze on Linda.
She sat across from him, her posture rigid but composed, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Alexander finally broke the silence.
"What do you mean earlier about Charlotte?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Linda straightened her shoulders and replied, "I got some information. She's Ethan Grayson's personal secretary."
Alexander's eyes widened slightly, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk.
"What? How is that even possible?"
Linda shook her head. "I don't know all the details, but I got this from a reliable source. It's true."
For a moment, Alexander was speechless. His thoughts raced as he processed what Linda had just said.
'Charlotte? Ethan Grayson's personal secretary? And now his fiancée?'
He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of it all.
