Ethan
I didn't know if I wanted to see her. But I was there fifteen minutes before the meeting.
Monday came fast for some, for me, it came slower than I imagined, I already wanted the days to end... not so much for me, for her and whatever she was doing outside the city.
Ridiculous.
My team arrived on time. Hers too. Screens on, folders open, graphics projected, everything very professional and controlled. As if nothing had happened.
The door opened and her voice was what accompanied the crash of her heels on the floor. And yes, Clara came in.
Light suit, hair up, neutral expression. She greeted the team first. Then to me.
"Good morning, Mr. Blackwood."
She extended her hand, I shook it. It felt firm, brief, correct.
As if she had not read my messages, as if she had not felt anyt
