Clara
The day began like any other, uneventful. Without that uncomfortable feeling that had settled in uninvited in recent days. Today everything seemed in order, perhaps even too normal.
Work flowed more smoothly than expected. I reviewed documents, signed authorizations, answered calls, and finalized details for the Boston launch. Mr. Howard's return had stabilized processes, and for the first time in weeks, I felt I could breathe in the office.
Those "strange" things that had been happening hadn't occurred in days, so yes, it was all in my head. And that, strange as it may sound, gave me peace of mind.
I check the time and realize it's later than I thought. I start gathering my things when my assistant knocks on the door.
"Ms. Clara… the partners from Boston just arrived in town."
