CHAPTER 88 Alexander's Company in Disarray

  ALEXANDER'S POV

  The ringing of my phone was relentless. It had been this way for the last two days, ever since the first whispers of trouble started to circulate online. I hadn't paid much attention to the initial complaints—a few dissatisfied customers, some vague accusations about unfinished projects—but now it was like a fire I couldn't put out. Every minute, every second, another call, another email, another report of some new disaster waiting for me to fix.

  I pursed my lips slightly, my eyes shut close as I tried to stay calm. After some minutes, I finally opened my eyes and stared at my desk, littered with half-read documents and urgent requests for meetings. My assistant had long since stopped asking if I needed anything; she knew better by now. There was no time for pleasantries or small talk. My company, the one I had built from the ground up, was slipping out of my control, and I had no idea how to stop it.