Alexander looked at Alicia's father as he quickly instructed the waiter to get his card and pay for everything they had bought from the restaurant, including the special reservation. Alicia simply rolled her eyes because she knew that her father was accusing Alexander wrongly. "You think I am going to let you little boyfriend get away with this one?" Beck asked. But Alexander did not reply, in fact he did not need to because his actions would have to speak clearer than whatever words he had to say. The waiter looked a little confused, as much as he did not want to embarrass Alexander because he had just booked such an expensive restaurant, he was kind of torn between choices as Beck began to insult him and claim he did not have the money to pay. In fact, the waiter kind of believed Beck because he was a very influential man in the town and his daughter, Alicia , often came to the restaurant too and was always with men that made her take the bill. Apparently, Alexander would not be
For the next two and a half hours, Alexander discussed with Mr McIntyre about everything from airplanes, to private jets, to buying islands in the Caribbean. He turned out that Alicia's father was actually a very interesting man and his initial arrogance was just a way of looking out for his daughter. Although Alexander could send a class distinction that he held very dearly, Beck did not look like the kind of man who would tolerate anyone below his class and that to Alexander was a big no. Not only did Alexander know where he was coming from, he could also tell that his humble life for the past few years could pose a problem if people found out just how he lived before Harry found him again. "I look forward to meeting with you again, Alexander," Beck said brightly and with Alexander as he rose from the chair, wiping his beard with the napkin and dropping it on the table. It was a great dinner, Alexander gave him the leverage of ordering anything he wanted from the restaurant
The next day couldn't have arrived fast enough for Alexander. Despite having a warm scented bath the previous night, he spent most of the night turning and tossing in bed without getting any sleep. He was kind of nervous about getting to the company the next day and he couldn't even explain where his nerves were coming from. Alexander realized that he was the new leader of the Sean family but somehow those titles still seemed far away from him. It was as if he was the one and yet he wasn't. Alexander soon realized that he had to pass the trial in order to get optimum respect and the influence he wanted from the Sean family. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and pair of tan trousers, Alexander clicked on his cufflinks and looked at his reflection on the mirror again. He did not look bad at all and he could confidently agree with that. Moving outside, the first person he saw was Harry, who was dressed in a French suit and a bow tie that matches perfectly with his hair color. "Good
Waking up earlier and getting used to the taste of black coffee was something Alexander realized he had to get used to in order to function at the Sean company. Although he was the boss and could do as he pleased, show up whenever it was convenient and never even have to wake up before noon, he realized that there was a lot more involved in becoming the heir of the family than just sitting on a high chair and barking instructions, he had to be everywhere, he had to have his eyes on everything. Being at the company for just one day has taught him to be very patient with people and to keep his head a little low if he wanted to find out anything. Harry was right, the staff in the company - at least most of them - somehow knew him and the talk with Simon had spread far, so basically everyone was on their best since they realized he would now be working at the company officially. It was early morning the next day and Alexander decided to arrive early at the office. Alicia had calle
Everyone was trying to talk at about the same time and the living room ended up sounding oddly like a poultry farm. Grace could barely hear herself and Fiona was still struggling to make her point known to her family. "If you guys could just listen for one freaking second!" Fiona bellowed, frustrated with the whole lecture she was getting from her entire family. Grace, her mother glared at her, clearly not interested in whatever explanation she had to give. "What could you possibly say that will make any sense to us? We have just lost the one deal that meant everything to us!" She snapped. "But we have been doing well without them and we can still survive even if the McIntyre family doesn't want to invest in our company," she argued. Gilbert, her brother, chuckled and asked if she had any idea what was actually going on in the family. "I think you have been in your own little bubble with Alexander for so long and now you're with that Same guy so you haven't really been not
Albert didn't look very happy, in fact, his face was twisted into an ugly frown as he tossed his bag on the couch and then unbuttoned his suit. Grace rolled her eyes at him. She was very uncomfortable with the fact that her husband couldn't even help the family despite all the connections he claimed to have. It was becoming obvious that Albert wasn't as powerful or wealthy as he had claimed before they got married and she had to live with that fact. "How was work today, Dad?" Fiona asked softly as he plopped down on the couch. "Could have been better, Back McIntyre is out of the country and that lousy daughter of his is too disrespectful to have a reasonable conversation with," he groaned frustratingly. Grace scoffed, "All this wouldn't happen if you could just get in touch with one of your big friends and ask for help," she said. Albert glared at her, he could sense the insult coming even before she landed and he tried to avoid the topic. It was a little secret between the
Alexander was oblivious to the plans of his in-laws against him. Not only had Grace found a way to get his attention but she was going to set about it in the worst method possible. Fiona didn't want to be a part of it because she was still ashamed of how it had gone down the last time at the police station with Uncle Benson but Grace was a little more optimistic. She had crafted out a cruel scheme that had to work one way or the other. Alexander showed up at work the next day, he had a few investors to meet from Germany and he was very pleased to receive them. Not only was he trying to grow the company but he was trying to get some connections for himself too. Miss Pamela had oddly been unavailable since the phone call at the storage room that day and although the P.A mentioned that she had called in sick, Alexander didn't believe that at all. It was about 10 o'clock when Margaret tapped on his office door and told him that the investors were down stairs and ready to meet with
Margaret's breath might have stopped for a while as Alexander spoke. Her eyes widened and she began to fidget. Her heart was hammering in her chest like she was going to have a seizure soon. "Are you okay?" Alexander asked her and she nodded but she looked anything but. Her face was red and she was visibly hyperventilating. "Take a seat, is everything okay?" He asked, concerned with her sudden reaction. Margaret nodded and grabbed into the edge of the table, slowly lowering herself to the seat. "I've been...it's..." She stammered but Alexander cut her in. "Calm down, I know that you just took over from Simon and all and you don't really know everything about the records but I think you can help," he said and she kept on staring at him like something was wrong. "I asked you the other day and I think you wanted to say something but there were too many faces, could you say it now?" He asked and she hummed. "Come on, Margaret, don't be afraid, is there anyone suspecting you might