His personal adviser

Standing close to the entrance door of his office, an elderly lady with deep dark brown eyes. Her waist clinched in and her hips flared out in a way that was both sensual and elegant. Wearing a fitted dress that hugged every inch of her body, accentuating her every curve, smiling in a very mischievous way as she gradually moves towards his table. Aunty Tina, Xander's aunty. His late mother's elder sister, he lived with after the demise of his parents.

His eyebrows furrow, giving him a wrinkled brow. His mouth, set in a tight line and his lips, pressed together firmly. His eyes are narrow and piercing. He feels a knot form in the pit of his stomach.

"Hello, Xander," Aunt Tina says, her voice soft and gentle. "It's been a long time–"

"That doesn't answer the question." He chimes in."Who let you in here?!"

Aunt Tina simply smiles at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Your secretary let me in, dear. She knows I'm here to see you. Now, don't be rude. Invite me to sit down atleast."

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