Alexander
I didn't move a single muscle when Clara spoke, not one.
I sat with my back straight, one hand resting on the arm of the chair and the other on the table, feigning a calmness that was slowly beginning to crumble inside. Because I didn't know what the hell she had, and that was what was killing me.
Clara opened a folder in front of her, her movements slow, precise, too confident. She didn't look like a woman hesitating; she looked like a woman prepared to destroy someone.
"I want to start by clarifying something," she said firmly. "This isn't personal."
Lie. Of course it was personal, all of this was personal.
"What I'm going to reveal here has to do with actions that jeopardized Boston's expansion, the company's financial stability, and the integrity of deliberately ma
