Clara
What am I feeling? Is it fear?... No, it's not fear, but tension. A very slight one… Almost imperceptible.
Alexander picked up the glass of water and sipped a little before placing it back on the table.
"So tell me something," he said calmly. "If, according to you, I wanted to sabotage the project… why was I the one who fixed everything?"
I looked at him without answering, because I had asked myself that same question. A thousand times. Why? Why create a problem only to then save it?
Alexander rested both forearms on the table.
"You know me, Clara. You know how I think."
"I thought I knew you."
He ignored the comment.
"Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to sink a project where my money is also invested?"
"People do stupid things when they're desperate."
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