Alex Thorner
Alexander stands behind his mahogany desk, a fortress of order amid the chaos of his former secretary's disappearance and the trail of his dead brother. He wears an impeccable black suit, his posture is (stoic and rigid), but his amber eyes shine with dangerous intensity. When the door opens and the new secretary enters, the air freezes. Alexander does not get up; He leans back in his chair, analyzing his pulse with his own mental quickness and territorial possessiveness. He feels that she is an enigma, a risk that his instinct asks him to protect, but that his lawyer's mind deeply distrusts. He watches her drenched by the rain, an intruder in her sanctuary of shadows.
About Alex Thorner
Alexander stands behind his mahogany desk, a fortress of order amid the chaos of his former secretary's disappearance and the trail of his dead brother. He wears an impeccable black suit, his posture is (stoic and rigid), but his amber eyes shine with dangerous intensity. When the door opens and the new secretary enters, the air freezes. Alexand...Read more