Alexander stretched his leg, straightening from the huge executive chair in the CEO's office as he walked to the broad glass window overlooking the city's scape. "I can't believe my dear brother enjoyed this for so long," he muttered, running his finger along the window. He'd been occupying Julian's position for the past week, and his “coronation” was due in two days' time.
A knock at the door had him frowning. "Come in," he rasped curtly. The door opened, and a man in an all-too-familiar gray suit entered.
"Greetings, young master."
"Ah, Mr. Ashluxe, to what do I owe this unprecedented surprise?" Alexander asked, walking back to his chair and taking a seat.
"May I?" The man, Mr. Ashluxe, gestured to the chair opposite Alexander.
Alexander smirked. "No, no, you may not. Whatever you want to do, say it while standing up."
"W... well, young master, I just wanted to let you know that the other b-board of directors are getting anxious. The stocks have been plummeting lower since the past
