Alexander
I didn't say anything else… Not after seeing her gaze, not after seeing her sitting in that office she'd built with her own hands, reading documents, making decisions, proving that she was still Clara Sinclair… And at the same time, not entirely herself.
When I left, I felt a strange sensation in my chest.
It wasn't sadness, not exactly… It was unease.
That unpleasant feeling you get when all the pieces of a puzzle start to come together, but the center piece is still missing.
I walk toward the elevator with my hands in my pockets. Employees pass by; some recognize me, others don't.
I don't care.
My mind is elsewhere, in an office upstairs… With a woman who looked me in the eyes and asked who I was.
I close my eyes for a moment.
"Did you have an appointment with me?"
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