Alexander’s POV

I drop my phone, watching as my secretary and brother move the flowers—so large, already in beautifully patterned porcelain vases—into my office.

I acknowledge the men who brought them with a nod before the door shuts.

She kept to her word.

I’m not the hugest of fans, but the flowers she gave me the day I arrived from Singapore are still wilting in a vase somewhere in my kitchen. For some reason, I’ve been unable to throw them out.

Now, more flowers.

“Where do you ...