TWELVE: DISTANCE

Dressed in one of the dozens of office wears Alexander had gotten her, Elaine held onto a pretty bag also gotten from Alexander and patiently waited by his car for him to show up.

She had purposely skipped breakfast after barely having an appetite and was ready to just get to work. It was a long exhausting night and she couldn’t be more glad morning had dawned already.

After concluding Frank’s unexpected shower of gifts, they had dinner and then had his chauffeur drive them back home, another driver taking her new car home. They returned to the mansion late at night and already full from the dinner and the restaurant, quickly bid Frank good night and retired for the day.

“What are you doing here?”

She was quickly pulled out of her trance by a familiar cold voice. Immediately clutching on to her bag, she turned to face Alexander standing few inches away from her, eyebrows arched with his driver right by his side.

“Mr. Xavier,” she swallowed, immediately taking a step backwards. I