Chapter 21

• You know what they say- No matter how old you get, your mother will always see you as her little child.
• Alexander sighed as he rubbed his temples, eyes fixed on his laptop screen. He had been trying to focus on his work for the past hour, but the steady sound of heels clicking against the floor kept pulling him away from the spreadsheets in front of him.
• His mother, Natalie Steel, was pacing the length of his private suite, her arms crossed and an impatient frown on her face. She walked from one end of the room to the other, turned sharply, and repeated the process.