ALEXANDER
By the time we finished dinner, I already had a fair idea of what Faye wanted to discuss.
She had spent the entire meal trying not to look at me while somehow managing to look at me every few seconds.
Whatever was on her mind had clearly been bothering her for a while.
I led the way to my office, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
Faye followed behind me.
I walked around the desk and sat down.
Faye remained standing for a moment before taking one of the chairs opposite me.
I rested one forearm on the desk and looked at her expectantly.
“So,” I said, “what’s been occupying your mind all evening?”
Faye met my eyes.
“I heard a few things today,” she said carefully. “And I’d like to know how true they are.”
I leaned back in my chair.
I was curious.
“Go on,” I said.
