Clara
I didn't know exactly where Ethan was taking me. I only knew that we left my company through a back door while dozens of journalists tried to get in through the main entrance.
I could still hear the shouts, questions, cameras… My name.
All mixed together in a kind of unbearable noise, but… Luckily, the drive to Ethan's building was short.
I didn't understand the reporters' massive interest in knowing about me…
During the entire drive, neither of us spoke much. I was still processing what had just happened. And he… He seemed to be thinking about twenty different problems at the same time.
When the car stopped in front of a huge glass building, I looked up. It didn't look like I remembered it. It had changed so much that I hesitated…
"Do you work here?"
Ethan smiled slightly.
