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
At that moment, Margaret realized that someone else was in the office and she froze. Her eyes widened as she saw Pamela and Alexander and she quickly jumped down from the chair, landing on the floor and twisting her ankle. She cried out and held onto the table for balance. Alexander was a little too stunned to say anything, he simply looked at her, he just couldn't believe his eyes. No more was the timid and meek woman he saw at the office every other day, dressed in moderate clothes and acting like she couldn't look anyone in the eyes. In her place was a woman that looked fierce enough to take down both of them in a blink. She was breathing heavily through him enough, her hair was a mess of cobwebs and she was drenched in sweat. "What are you doing here, Margaret?" Alexander asked, his voice low, disbelieving, disappointed. Margaret didn't look remorseful at all, she sneered at him instead. "What do you think I'm doing? Of course I'm taking what I want!" She snapped. Pame
The fire and fight visibly drained out of Margaret and she sagged on the floor, laying the hammer down and raising her hands in surrender. The guards got to her and grabbed her by the arm, hurling her up from the floor and steadying her. It was right then that the waterworks began. Margaret began to cry fiercely, asking for Alexander's forgiveness. "Please, you said we could sorry this out, you said you'd wave it away like it never happened. I know that you're the young master, please help me!" She begged, sobbing and struggling against the guard's grasp. Alexander looked at her, he couldn't believe how easily it had all gone south. His office was a mess, he'd just accused the secretary wrongly and now he was going to have to send someone to jail and he wasn't even a month old in the company yet. "You brought this on yourself, Margaret, you have to take responsibility for it," he replied plainly. She shook her head and kept crying, "You said I should step away, you promise
The building towered over him intimidatingly, the parking lot filled with luxury vehicles he could only dream of owning. Alexander Steele inhaled deeply and squared his shoulders as he moved into the elevator. It was his fifth wedding anniversary with his wife, Fiona Tudor and he couldn't wait to surprise her with the bouquet and present in his hand. "Do you have an appointment, sir?" The receptionist asked as he walked into the lobby and stood in the queue. "I am the president's husband," he replied, a small smile on his face. The lady glared at him, looking at his boots which were quite worn. "And you want me to believe that?" She snapped, "The president can't mingle with your type." Alexander sighed, he didn't know how else to prove he was Fiona's husband. For some reason, she had told him it was best to keep their marriage low-key to avoid pressure from the outside world. And it didn't help that Fiona's mother, Magdalene Tudor, hated Alexander's guts and was banned f
Alexander walked out of the Tudor company, his head cast down. He could see the sympathetic stares of some of the staff while the others laughed at him. At the reception, he heard the lady saying, "I knew president Fiona could never be with a man like that," then the crowd laughed. Outside, under the blistering heat of the July sun, Alexander felt anger surge through him; he didn't want to break down in front of the Tudor building, so he quickly took a cab and headed home. "Where are you heading?" The driver asked and he realized that he didn't even know where he was going. If Fiona had divorced him, would they still be living together? Could he at least spend the night at the house until he could get his own place? Did he even have the money to get his own place? Some of these questions ran through his head and the driver impatiently asked him again of his destination. At the same time, his phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. It was his boss from the factory and h
Alexander tried to struggle but the car door had already slammed shut. The street he'd been strolling wasn't so busy, there was a very slight chance that anyone had seen him being taken into the black SUV. He shuddered at the thought of no one even knowing that he was missing talk more of coming to help him, Alexander swallowed nervously. The car seat was leather and Alexander sat sandwiched between two men. He couldn't see through the black bag over his head. His heart raced and he wondered what trouble he'd gotten into. "Did Fiona put you up to this?" He asked, his voice shaky, one of the men beside him only groaned but didn't respond. Alexander could not believe how much his day had gone south - from buying roses to being abducted. "Listen, I have signed the divorce papers, we can go our separate ways, there's no need to do this," he said, his voice shaking. "What are you talking about? What divorce?" One of the men asked, Alexander could tell from his tone that he was genui
In surprise, Alexander looked back, expecting to find someone else behind him, surely he couldn't be the one all the hefty men were bowing to. "Me?" Alexander asked, still shocked at the turn of events. The old man turned to one of them and slapped them across the face soundly. The man knelt immediately and asked for pardon. Alexander couldn't understand what was happening. "Please pardon them, young master, they will be punished for their misdeeds," the old man said, bowing respectfully. Alexander didn't even know what he was talking about but he nodded, glad to be released and now apparently in authority. The old man asked the thugs to leave them at once and they all hurried away. "I'm sorry, young master, but it hasn't been an easy task finding you," he said. "Who are you?" Alexander asked the burning question in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen the old man before, but he couldn't quite recall where or when. "I'm sure you can't recall me, it's