I tilted my head, puzzled. "I’m not sure what you mean. There were a few moments of scandal with the women who came forward about you, but that’s all been handled. And you’ve used your resources to protect me, repeatedly... Even when David..."
At the mention of the incident, a shadow crossed Alexander’s face. He shook it off quickly, taking a measured sip of his wine before speaking again.
"There’s a lot more to my past and reputation than you might know," he said thoughtfully. "For example, why do you think I know this racetrack so well?"
"I assumed you’ve had business meetings here," I replied, recalling how he’d once used a baseball field for networking.
Alexander shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "When I was young, before my father died, I was an amateur
