After finishing his whiskey in one long swallow, Alexander set the glass down with more force than intended. Cassandra quietly watched him, she knew him well enough to know he was suppressing his rage.
"Get some rest." Alexander told her. For him, the only thing that mattered now was Antonella. He needed to see her, to explain, to make sure she heard the truth from him before doubt could fester in her mind.
Grabbing his coat and phone, he walked out of his study. "Marcus," he called. "We're heading out. Now."
The drive felt shorter than it should have, too short for Alexander to piece together the right words. His jaw flexed as his eyes remained fixed on the windshield.
Marcus glanced at him from the driver's seat. It wasn't often he saw his boss unsettled. The man whose silence alone could make seasoned men tremble. And yet, here he was. Marcus could see it clearly... his boss was fidgeting, his fingers drumming once, twice, on his thigh before going still again.
