I feel the heat rise up my neck again.
"Clara..." I sighed, shaking my head.
I take my bag and leave the apartment. On the way to the office I try to focus on other things; work, to-dos, emails, meetings. But my mind goes back to that morning more times than I'd like to admit. And every time... I smile alone like a teenager.
When I get to the office, the routine finally starts to drag me back into reality.
Computer, papers. People coming in and out of my office, meeting after meeting.
By mid-morning I'm sitting in a boardroom with three people from the team reviewing a project.
"So if we move the delivery date to Friday we could," says one of them.
The door opens.
One of the assistants enters with a curious expression.
"Clara," she says. "This has just arrived for you."
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