Clara
When I receive the message... I know it's not a minor thing, not because of what he says. But because of how he says it.
—"The board requests your presence at 10:00 a.m. Main Room."
There is nothing, it is without context, without explanation, without margin.
I stare at the screen for a few seconds longer than necessary, as if doing so would bring up something else.
But no, that's all. And yet... is enough.
Because in this company, when the board calls like that... It's not for casual conversation.
I exhale slowly, setting the phone down on the desk. My gaze is lost for a second in the void and unintentionally... I think of yesterday.
In the conversation with Alexander, in the document. In that adjustment.
My jaw barely tightens.
"It can't be because of that," I murmured.
