He hesitates, then finally says, "It's about your secretary, Arem. I… I want to talk to you about him."
His expression is serious, far more serious than usual. His eyes are deep, shadowed with something he's afraid to speak aloud. Now, I realize he's not joking.
Alex stands and walks toward me, his expression strangely tight.
I exhale, already tired. "What do you want to talk about? Arem?"
He hesitates—actually hesitates—and that alone tells me this isn't his usual dramatic nonsense.
"Evan… I don't think that guy is good." His lips twist in annoyance, like the words themselves frustrate him. "I just—he's… he's not good. Fire him. Hire someone else. Someone better to be your secretary."
For a moment, I just stare at him.
He's serious. He's actually still thinking about Arem.
