Chapter eight

Alexander's POV

I was in the middle of a heated conversation with John regarding my next-day schedule when my phone rang. Since the amount of people that required my attention already made me annoyed, I answered the call with my coldest tone.

" Hello?" I asked, skipping any pleasantries.

" Hello, it is Millie..." I heard the voice on the other side.

" Wrong number," I replied shortly, ready to hang up. I had no memory of the woman whose name was Millie. It was probably another journalist who bribed someone in the company to get my private number.

I almost pressed the end-up call button when I heard the words that stopped me from doing that.

" I am Twelve." She said, waiting for my response.

" Give me a second," I told her in a much calmer tone, at the same time motioning to John that it was an important call. He left the office, shooting me surprised glances, but I ignored him.

" Hello, Twelve. How are you?" I almost cursed myself for such a pathetic question.