ALEXANDER
Ambrose followed me to the office without saying a word.
The silence between us stretched all the way from the living room to the second floor. It wasn't the comfortable kind of silence that came naturally between people who had nothing to say.
It was tense. The kind that settled over two people who both knew an unpleasant conversation was only moments away.
I opened the office door and walked in first.
Ambrose remained a respectful distance behind me until I crossed over to my desk.
I took my seat. Only then did I look up at him.
He was still standing.
His hands were clasped tightly in front of him.
His posture was straight, but there was something about the stiffness in his shoulders that immediately caught my attention. His eyes met mine briefly before shifting away a
