Chapter 158

• ALEXANDER
• I pushed the door open and stepped in without knocking. The room fell into a different kind of quiet; the client’s shouting hit a wall and sputtered out the moment they saw me. “Alexander, this is unacceptable!” the man blurted, straightening up, his face red. “Your assistant rescheduled without proper notice, and now the models come in with a wardrobe failure? My launch—this is ruined. Do you understand the cost?”
• Esrael stood beside him, hands flat on the table, trying to keep the man’s fury on rails. “We’re handling it,” Esrael said. “We’re moving them to a backup—”