Clara
The door was still open. Alexander stood with his back to me, a few steps away from leaving my office, while I stared at the envelope on my desk as if it were a bomb about to explode.
My breathing was still ragged; I didn't like this… it shouldn't be like this. It wasn't fair to cause harm and then say, "I'm out," without consequences.
He wasn't a man who would back down, not a man who would simply abandon the board. That's why, when he started again… his speech, the one where he justifies that we're doing this to hurt him, because we're the bad guys, not him…
I stood up slowly.
"A show?"
Alexander let out a bitter laugh.
"That's what you want, isn't it? To make me look like a monster in front of everyone."
He said it without looking at me; I could only see his back.
