Alexander stepped out of the elevator, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the coiled rage radiating off him. The chaotic scene stopped him dead in his tracks.
His usually pristine administrative floor was a mess of hushed voices and flashing phone screens. A crowd of his staff, usually terrified into stillness by his presence, was clustered around Adrian's desk.
"What is this spectacle?" Alexander's voice, though low, cut through the noise like a whip.
The staff immediately scrambled away, dropping their phones and scattering back to their stations, their faces pale with guilt. The only person who remained unmoving was Adrian. But, it wasn't because he wasn't moved by Alexander's presence, he was simply asleep.
Adrian was quietly lying over his cheek, resting in his hand, and his lips parted slightly.
