Man of power

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the city as Alexander carried Anna up the stairs to her room. Her breathing was soft and even, and he carefully laid her down on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. He pulled the blanket over her and stood by her side for a moment, watching her. She looked so peaceful, so delicate, and for a brief second, he felt a pang of guilt for the chaos that seemed to follow him everywhere.

Sighing, Alexander turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He walked briskly to his own room, shaking off the thoughts clouding his mind. Once inside, he changed into a fresh shirt and slacks before heading into his study. The dimly lit room was a sanctuary of sorts, filled with bookshelves, a large mahogany desk, and a state-of-the-art laptop resting at its center.