Alexanders's POV

I stood at my office window, overlooking the sea of people on the dance floor.

I have done this so many times before—just watching them as they sway to the sound of music.

Tonight was no different; the music pumped loud and clear, the alcohol flowed, people got drunk, and those who came to actually move their bodies claimed the dance floor.

The only difference about tonight was that we had a themed party just to try and spice things up.

My ...