Alexander did not wait for his mother to demand a clearer answer. His gaze remained locked on Adrian, who was now expertly negotiating a greeting with a junior senator, his posture impeccable.
"Adrian is not here, Mother," Alexander stated, his voice calm but absolute. He had to sever the connection between the secretary and the wife immediately. "He left immediately after delivering the gown. His task for the evening was done. As for the flight details, they are digital. You can text him, and he will reply efficiently, as you require."
Mrs. Devereux bristled, her corporate patience wearing thin. "Alexander, I refuse. I need to speak to him directly. I want to see his face and confirm the logistics. He must have those details immediately available. This is crucial for the Board's first impression tomorrow."
