CHAPTER 52

Alex

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I didn't want to be here. I could be anywhere but not in his office, staring at his cunny smile, devious intents painting his eyes. But curiosity had pulled me; the quest for answers had lured me. So here I was, drumming my fingers against my crossed leg, my back against the black office visitor chair.

“This is the first time in years you are stepping into my office.” The cunny smile still dominated Mr. Watson’s lips as he leaned in, his hands crossed on the desk.

“I have never had a reason to be here.” I wiggled a brow as I leaned further into the chair, shifting and adjusting, yet it offered no comfort.

He chuckled longer than one should last. “You and I know you have had plenty of reasons to be here; you just rather send people.” His tone conveyed there was a hidden meaning in his words.

My mind couldn’t help but race to search for that meaning. “What did you have that was so important that you had to pull me here?”

Drawing a long breath, he rose to his feet. He st