Chapter 68

*Alejandro*

I had all I needed on her. I sat behind my table in my study, and pictures of Andrea littered the table. I stared at the pictures one after the other.

There were various pictures of her, and I could only marvel at her beauty.

At first, I could swear she had shaken a bit when she saw me, but I was so wrong; she came back looking more professional than she had ever been.

She didn't spare me a look, and as I reminisced about how she worked with Dave, my chest heaved up and down in anger.

That should be me.

That has always been me. That was how she used to stay by my side during business meetings. It was me she would speak to and try to get things done.

From what I have gathered from the private investigator I spoke to over the phone yesterday, she worked for Dave as a designer.

I am not sure yet why she was with him yesterday, but I wish I had known. But I was glad she wasn't his p.a. At least she didn't get to see him every day at work.

I had called her earlier today but