Alexander's POV

The office was quiet after 9 p.m.

Most of the staff had already left, and the janitorial team was beginning their rounds, but I was still seated at the long conference table, papers spread out like a battlefield in front of me. Somewhere in the building, the hum of a vacuum cleaner echoed faintly, but it didn’t distract me.

I wasn’t really reading anymore, I was thinking.

Thinking about life, about the wedding, about the essence of everything.

About how Rachel looked ...