The Alpha King Call Boy – Chapter 61

“Fiona! Wait up!” The young man who delivered our mail flagged me down, whisper-shouting my name, as I walked down the hall toward Conrad’s office in the morning, on my way to turn in some reports.

“Hello,” I greeted him cordially. “Do you have something for me?” I passed my boss’s door and met the young man a few yards beyond it.

He clenched his teeth, making an exaggeratedly anxious face, before he confessed, “No. Sorry, I just saw that you were about to go into Mr. Knight’s office, though, and wondered if you would take his mail in? Since you are going in there anyway? Do you mind?”

the boss’s office. We could see him pacing the length of the room inside while talking on his headset. He had a tennis ball in one hand and was intermittently bouncing it against the walls when his arms were not ot

moment. Maybe he was worried the ball might be thrown at his head.

ers. The young man shoveled a big stack of envelopes in various sizes into my a

dragging his cart behind him as he ran away in the direction of the elevator.

started sorting all the envelopes by size. I put the small ones together, those I would stack on top, and then –

he front was not Conrad’s.

ssed to Alexander.

eels turning in my mind already. Why was Alexander receiving mail at Crescent Ventures? And at the CEO’s office, no less?

pe over and found that it was not permanently sealed. It was only tied c

m, my hands were rapidly unspooli

nd-proofed walls, the consistent drone of Conrad’s booming voice as he yelled unintelligibly on a phone call in his office next door.

what I was looking at. They were acquisition papers, showing that ownership of Crescent V

est of the paperwork, reading as fast as I could to scan for important details.

share of the company already.

o that.

re yet just how sick you are about to be.

several minutes now. But the coast was clear. It was quiet as church in the hallway, and just as still.

indifference. Then I shuffled Alexander’s envelope pseudo-randomly into the middle of the mail stack and piled everything neatly into my arms.

door I knocked twice only, my way of letting him know that it was

behind me.

I stacked the mail neatly into a wire bin on the corner of the desk, then arranged my reports in the center. I also took the opportunity to straighten out Conrad’s pen tray and toothpick holder, setting everything just-so on the desktop, exactly the way he liked it.

ite smile of my own in return before exiting.

ed my back up against it.

I would focus on work for the next several hours, then tonight over dinner, I would find a way to drag an explanation out of Alexander.

ht be hiding from me, and why.