135 — THE ALEXANDER TWINS

“Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?”

Alex froze. For the next three seconds, he remained completely still, hoping that the boss was talking to someone else.

Almost a minute later, when he didn’t reply, the owner of the designer shoes took another step towards him.

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m talking to you.”

He finally came to terms with the fact that he was busted. He lifted his head slowly and came face-to- face with one of his twin uncles.

His eyes drifted to the brass name tag which was pinned to the man’s suit. It read; “Gustavo Alexander, CEO, Alexander Group.”

Oh. So this was Gustavo. The first twin.

Not knowing what else to do, he bowed slightly. “Hello, sir. My name is David Wyatt. I’m the new head cleaner. I’ve only resumed my duties today.”

His heart was thundering like a runaway train as Gustavo stared at him with disgust in his eyes.

“You’re a cleaner?” He spat.

Alex gritted his teeth and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

The silence that followed his reply was loud. Too