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
The accountant in his office was shaking like a leaf. Alexander had been questioning him for the last thirty minutes and although the man said the same thing, he was visibly nervous and would rather be anywhere but there. "You're sure you have never missed a few transactions? Huh?" He asked again and the old man shook his head. "No, sir, all I have to do is redirect into the company's account and then the auditors bring an inventory of all our equipment and whatever other expenditures there are for the month. I've never missed any record," he said, his tone pleading. Alexander was not a bully. As a matter of fact he'd been at the other end of that stick for quite a while to know not to treat someone else like that. As much as he wanted to get the culprit and bring justice, he wasn't willing to bully someone into admitting it when it really wasn't them. At that point, after a few hours in the air conditioned room and still managing to break into sweat, Alex was sure the accoun
At the top floor, Alexander walked as stealthily as he could, making his way down the hallways quietly, he turned to the left where the cafeteria was nestled before the main offices. He couldn't see anyone in sight. Usually, no one was ought to be in the office before 7:00 a.m. There was no staff who would come so early unless they had ulterior motives or a job to complete. The security down stars most have given Pamela access because she was a staff and it didn't matter how early she wanted to come to the company, she was an important person there had no one could stop her - especially when they all knew she was the one making the payroll and decided who should be fired and who stays. Alexander crept up the hallway and walked slowly to the office line up but he suddenly bumped into someone on his way. The hallways were still dark and that meant whoever was there had left the lights off to avoid being seen and turned on the light only in his office to go through his files. S