Axel's pov

The silk of my tie felt like a noose as I adjusted it for the third time in the mirror. I was dressed in a charcoal-grey suit, crisp and sharp the kind of outfit that usually made me feel powerful.

"Going somewhere important?"

I didn't need to turn around to know Alexa was standing in the doorway. I could see her reflection in the glass, her brow furrowed.

"Felix called," I said. I reached for my cufflinks, struggling to fasten the silver bars. "He wants to meet at the ...