Axel had faced aggressive boardrooms, ruthless competitors, and political negotiations that could sway an entire market without batting an eyelash.
Yet now, standing in front of his own front door, he found himself completely frozen.
He stared at the man before him, blinking several times, as if his eyes were playing a cruel joke.
His mind raced faster than it ever had during an aggressive takeover.
'What happened here? Why did Finley Morgan end up in my house? Did he need something urgent and follow me here?'
His gaze stayed fixed on Finley's familiar face, his calm posture, and that faint, knowing smile.
'Wait. Why did no one tell me he was coming? And how did security allow him up to this floor?'
Axel did not move. Not an inch.
"Axel," Finley said mildly, amusement flashing in his eyes, "why are you looking at me like I have just committed something terrible?"
