"Sir, what should I do? PR is already trying to handle the whole situation," Assistant Quinn asked carefully as he stood in the doorway of the office, tablet in hand, eyes flickering with nervousness. The air in the office was heavy, not just with tension but with something far colder. Because it wasn't Gray who was sitting behind the desk in morning. It was Alexander.
Alexander had taken control.
The moment he woke up and saw the mess Sienna had created, he took the reins from Gray without discussion. Because unlike Gray, he wasn't interested in playing around anymore. And frankly, he was tired of Sienna. Personally.
He sat with his hands calmly folded under his chin, suit perfect, expression unreadable but his eyes were sharp, focused, deadly silent.
