The door to Alex’s penthouse opened before Liam even had time to ring the bell a second time.

— Good evening, Mr. Holt. — the housekeeper said, dipping her head respectfully. — Dr. Alex is in the bedroom.

She stepped aside to let him in.

The penthouse was immaculate. Warm lighting, the scent of expensive whiskey and soft incense, discreet artwork on the walls. The kind of space only powerful people lived in.

Alex appeared moments later, coming from the inner hallway.

Black dress shirt, sleeves