Alexander’s POV “ Dad, you need to fire your new personal assistant. He’s picking into my family business,” I reported to my father who was having his morning coffee at the balcony, reading through a newspaper, some maids massaging him, his robes covered over his body. He always had his way of exuding elegance and wealth, without even saying a word. With just his posture and how he rested his back on the back-rest, even a total stranger would deem him to be someone with a very powerful charisma. “ He’s useful. It’s not like you can replace him or do what he does. You’ve gotten too emotional son. Go fix your bull shit,” he echoed calmly but coldly, sipping from his coffee, looking at me deep in the eyes like he meant every word he uttered and didn’t feel any remorse. The sound and broken melody of Megan’s tears made me give it another attempt, our nostalgic conversations and memories flashing vividly through my head. I could feel her presence and touch so hard and realistically, eve
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