That day, after Brendax left, Alexia went to Dylan's office. He stood in there, near the window which took up half of the wall, watching the street probably thinking about something.

Alexia didn't care to look at his worried yet handsome face, she stormed over to him in anger.

'How can you do such a thing?" She rested her palm on the table looking at his broad-stud back.

Dylan turned to her gently.

'What do you mean?" he asked, ...