Sophia's POV Descending the staircase with effortless grace, every movement exuding elegance and poise, he approaches me. I can't help but admire his commanding presence. His sharp features are framed by dark, tousled hair, and his eyes hold a glint of curiosity mixed with intrigue. "Good evening, Sophia," he greets, his voice smooth and commanding. "Good evening," I reply, my voice slightly shaky as I try to compose myself. "You must be Mr. Williams." He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "That's correct. Please, call me Alexander." He takes a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I must admit, I didn't expect to find you here today," he says, his voice smooth and velvety. I blink, momentarily lost in his gaze before finding my voice. "I apologize if I've caused any confusion. I received an email stating that today was the day of the meeting." A faint smile curves his lips as he leans back in his chair. "Ah, it seems there has been a miscommunic
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