Love Unspoken

The irritation in Alexander's voice was palpable. "Do you not comprehend my words?" he snapped.

Soren recoiled, a visible shiver running down his neck. "Understood," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He dared not utter another word and promptly ended the call.

In the solitude of his office, Alexander fiddled with his tie before abruptly pulling it off and tossing it onto his desk. The force of his action caused two buttons to pop off.

Just then, a knock echoed through the room and Landon entered. His gaze fell on the discarded tie and he queried, "Alexander, has something disagreeable occurred?"

Leaning back in his chair, Alexander lit a cigarette and looked up at Landon. His demeanor was tranquil, as if his previous outburst was nothing more than a fleeting illusion. "What kind of unpleasant news are you hoping to hear?" he retorted. Landon adjusted his glasses and replied, "I have no desire to hear anything unpleasant."

"Then why did you inquire?" Alexander shot back, his voice laced with impatience.

Landon was momentarily taken aback before apologizing, "I shouldn't have pried." He then handed over some documents, "There are two documents requiring your signature."

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nothing more and turned to leave. Alexander

had no desire to deal with Quinn any longer. Despite her fragile appearance, no amount of persuasion from Soren could convince her to open her door. This continued until the following noon. Soren, who had been crouched by the door, was jolted awake by the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up, he saw Alexander, flanked by a group

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