Ethan
The boardroom smells of new paint and freshly polished wood. The building is no longer a project. It is a reality. And she is at the front of the table, reviewing some plans with that concentration she always had when something really mattered to her.
She doesn't look at me when I walk in, but she knows I'm here. I can feel it in the slight stiffness of her shoulders.
We met today in her building, Clara herself suggested so.
Alexander is sitting to his right, relaxed, confident... Observer.
I take a seat in front of them.
"Good morning," I say, but my voice doesn't sound distant. Sounds... present.
Clara barely looks up.
"Good morning."
She acts normal, as if that kiss is just an illusion.
The meeting begins, we start with the budgets. Hiring. Opening dates.
But this time
