Third Person Pov

During their strange conversation, Alexander seemed very confused as he asked about the mysterious Dodo, showing a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. Meanwhile, Mr. Frank kept a steady gaze and an unreadable expression, adding an air of mystery to their dialogue.

The name seemed unimportant, and Alexander made a lighthearted joke about it. But the mood changed when Mr. Frank hinted at a connection between Alexander and the mysterious Dodo. Alexander then teased Mr. Frank about romantic involvement, but was surprised to learn that Dodo's real name was Dove Brownstone.

This revelation served as a catalyst, stripping away the jovial façade from Alexander's demeanor, replacing it with an intense seriousness that permeated the atmosphere. His voice, now laced with a dangerous undertone, demanded confirmation of the name. Mr. Frank, unfazed by the sudden shift in tone, repeated the name with a smile, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

 It was at this juncture that Alexander, with a growl of possessiveness, corrected Mr. Frank, revealing that Dove bore not only the name Brownstone but also his own surname, Anderson, signifying a bond far deeper than previously perceived by Mr. Frank.

The air, once filled with light banter, now crackled with the intensity of Alexander's claim. "SHE.IS.MY.WIFE." 

The words resounded with a possessiveness that allowed no argument, a declaration of personal territory that Alexander was ready to defend with fervor. Mr. Frank, maybe surprised by the sudden revelation or pretending innocence, questioned the truth of the claim, only to be met with a dramatic expression of sympathy for "his poor dodo."

Alexander's tone was sharp and conveyed a sense of ownership, serving as a strong warning to Mr. Frank, whose playful behavior was now close to being provocative.

 Frank's provocation of Alexander led to a startling revelation of possessiveness and underlying tensions. 

 Frank's remarks about his relationship with Dodo provoked a strong response from Alexander. His abrupt outburst, marked by a loud shout and a forceful bang on the table, revealed a strong emotional attachment to the topic.

The intensity of Alexander's red-eyed glare was enough to suggest that violence was a hair's breadth away. However, rather than escalating further, Alexander chose to seek confirmation directly from the Dove, departing with a dramatic exit that resonated with the force of familial traits.

Reflected on the striking similarity between Alexander's behavior and that of his son, noting a preference for dramatic departures accompanied by the sound of slamming doors.

"Like Son Like father...loves to Bang the door."

Serena's Pov

While waiting outside, I could hear screaming, the sound of a table being beaten, and last but not least, a bang sound. Suddenly, I saw Mr. Alexander leaving.

 'What? Didn't he say he would talk to me? '

Before I could gather my thoughts, I ran towards him. "Mr. Alexander, sir, wait," I called out. He stopped walking and turned around, but my clumsiness almost caused me to run into him. "Careful," he said in a deep voice, and I could tell he was not in a good mood. "Sir, umm, we have to talk," I said nervously. "Yes, umm, dear, why don't you do one thing? Do you know my son? Tell him I want to have a 'good talk' with him," he said with a hint of urgency and anger. I quickly nodded, understanding that he was in a hurry.

 'But why was he angry? He was just fine a few minutes ago.'

"Excellent, you tell him to bring you with him and tell him I WANT TO HAVE A 'GOOD TALK' WITH HIM. Understood?" he said, putting more pressure on the words 'good talk.'

  "Yes, sir," I replied. He nodded and left quickly.

As I stood there, feeling like a pole, I couldn't help but wonder what had just transpired. Moments ago, everything seemed cheerful, but suddenly there was screaming and the sound of someone beating the table. I was left bewildered by the sudden turn of events. To add to the confusion, I now had to accompany Asher to his house. With a sense of unease, I made my way towards the parking area, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.

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Third Person Pov

Here is a possible paragraph on the prompt with a formal tone and medium length:

Serena debates whether to approach Asher to relay a message from his father about a job opportunity. She worries that Asher's father may have been informed of prior issues by Mr. Alexander that could undermine her credibility. Her logical side pushes her to pursue the opportunity for her own benefit and future prospects. However, Serena grapples with self-doubt and anxiety over the situation. Ultimately, she resolves to deliver the message, cognizant that if she fails to act promptly, the opportunity could vanish, squandering her previous efforts. Though apprehensive, Serena decides she must have faith in herself and at minimum make the attempt, rather than allow insecurity to dictate her choices.

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Serena's Pov

I lightly slapped both my cheeks with my hands and made my way towards the parking area. As I surveyed the scene, I couldn't help but notice the abundance of expensive cars, a couple engaged in public displays of affection, and young women in revealing dresses being ogled by men. I couldn't help but sigh in regret. It was already clear to me that I didn't belong in this crowd. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice me, but then again, who would? My gaze shifted to the right and I spotted Asher, engrossed in his phone, and his friend eyeing a girl. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that Asher wasn't participating in the leering, but instead seemed to be engaged in a conversation with his friend without even looking at him. Summoning all my courage, I slowly approached them. When I was close enough, I cleared my throat and called out Asher's name.

"Asher??"