Alexander arrived at the office earlier than usual, his strides quick and purposeful. The morning staff greeted him with polite nods, but he barely acknowledged them. His mind wasn't on the files stacked high on his desk, or the contracts waiting for his signature.
It was on the stack of envelopes he'd ordered his receptionist to discard.
"Mr. Frane," the receptionist started as he passed, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Good-"
"The mail from last week," he went straight to the point, expecting her to immediately understand what he was talking about. "The invitations. You didn't throw them out yet, did you?"
The young woman blinked, startled. She could still remember him asking her to discard them but thanks to her pile of work, she had somehow forgotten to do that. "Um, no, sir. They're still in the drawer."
