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I chuckled to myself, wondering how he would respond.
A few minutes later, a message notification popped up on my screen. It was from Alexander. I opened it to find a string of laughing emojis.
Maybe I am????????
His response made me smile – he seemed more approachable when communicating with him. Now I wondered why we never were close; maybe it was me all along.
Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, I continued my research. Armed with newfound knowledge about his philanthropy, I started jotting down questions I wanted to ask him.
I tried to understand his motivations and inspirations and how he balanced his public life with his private passions.
The day flew by as I immersed myself in my work. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling satisfied with my progress. My cat had curled up on the couch nearby.
As noon approached, I sent a quick message to Allan, apologizing for missing his call and explaining the whirlwind of my day.
Elizabeth Parker
I promise to make it up to you,
Good. How about dinner? And it’ll be your treat.
Sure. I promise
But did anything else happen? Are you better now?
My heart skipped a beat. I knew he was referring to my day, but guilt was getting the better of me. I thought about how I would approach the topic.
I’m a lot better. Thank you, Allen
After I sent the message, I decided I wouldn’t tell him anything about Alexander. It felt like a betrayal. Or maybe I would say to him. Just not yet.
Chapter Six
Alexander
Islid comfortably into the plush leather seat of my Rolls-Royce, feeling the engine's purr resonate through the polished wood and impeccable craftsmanship that surrounded me.
David had mastered the art of leisurely driving – a skill I highly appreciated. In these moments on the road, amidst the bustling city streets, I found a sense of connection to the world outside my own.
"Let's take the scenic route today," I instructed, leaning back as I gazed out the tinted windows.
The world was alive, bustling with energy as people rushed, lost in their little worlds.
Watching them reminded me that there was a life beyond my mansion's walls and my office's luxurious confines.
As we crawled through the streets, I noticed the minor details – a vendor setting up his fruit stall, children playing on the sidewalk, and couples strolling hand in hand.
These glimpses into their lives brought me back to earth, grounding me amid my high-flying existence. It’s a necessary reprieve from the demands of being at the helm of a vast business empire.
Finally, we arrived at my office building. I stepped out of the car, greeted by the familiar sight of the towering glass building.
Amelia, my ever-efficient secretary, stood by the entrance with a warm smile as she handed me a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Mr Hartman," she greeted me, her voice as soothing as the aroma of the coffee that enveloped me.
"Morning, Amelia," I replied, accepting the cup with a nod of gratitude. The first sip was invigorating, a surge of warmth coursing through me. "Thank you."
With her beside me, I walked into the building, heels clicking against the marble floor.
