Love Unspoken

"His actions will soon catch up with him," Alexander declared ominously.

Oliver, however, was left in a state of confusion. He yearned to ask more questions, but Alexander had already risen from his seat, collected his coat from the couch, and made his exit.

As Alexander departed, his footsteps stirred a subtle breeze, causing scraps of paper to flutter about the room. One particular piece, as light as a feather, came to rest at Oliver's feet. Upon it was written an incomplete, yet unmistakable word- Divorce.

From the doorway, Alexander's voice, devoid of any warmth, echoed back to Oliver, "Before I find the culprit, bring them back to me, Oliver."

Watching Alexander's retreating figure, Oliver released a heavy sigh. He had gleaned a few leads from Alexander's cryptic words, but certainty still eluded him.

Rising from his seat, Oliver made his way to the exit, only to be promptly intercepted by Kyle, who asked, "How did it go?"

Oliver shook his head, "Keep looking. They're likely still in Amber Bay."

"How do you know? Did Alexander tell you?"

In response, Oliver merely patted Kyle's shoulder, leaving his question unanswered as he brushed past him.

The following day, Alexander arrived at the office as if it were any other day, betraying no signs of the previous night's turmoil. He arranged a meeting with his team when Walter was present. They met at the entrance, exchanging brief glances. "Alexander, you look worn out. Rough night?" Walter asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

With a faint smile, Alexander replied, "My pet's gone missing. How can I sleep?"

Feigning ignorance, Walter probed further, "Why is the pet so important?"

"Take a guess."

Walter furrowed his brows, pondering before venturing, "I heard you had a cat, but I never saw it. It's not the cat, is it?"

"Who knows," Alexander responded dismissively.

With that, he carried his folder into the conference room and initiated the meeting.

For over two hours, the company's executives squirmed under an unprecedented level of stress. Alexander dissected every statement and dismissed every proposal without approval. The team couldn't help but speculate that something was amiss with Alexander that day.

Could it be another argument with Getty?

Indeed, following any disagreement with Getty, Alexander was known to vent his frustration on them. However, none of their previous disputes had ever escalated to this level of severity.

As soon as the grueling meeting concluded, everyone hastily exited, their morale thoroughly depleted. Alexander prepared to leave as well, but before he could rise, Walter approached, offering two documents.

"Here are the investment plans from the proposal you wanted to review," Walter said, extending them to Alexander.

Walter hadn't dared to present them during the meeting, knowing they would be rejected outright. Now, with the room emptied, he clearly had an agenda.

Alexander accepted them nonchalantly, gave them a cursory glance, and tossed them back onto the table. Walter, unfazed by the predictable reaction, merely smiled and asked, "What's the matter? Can't focus on the reports because your pet ran off?"

Alexander fiddled with his tie, leaned back leisurely, and regarded Walter with an indifferent gaze.

Walter added, "Need me to help Oliver?"

"No need. Your plan won't work."

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"You've been the vice president for a long time. Can't you see what's wrong? Or do you think I wouldn't notice?"