Vanessa
Everything was going wrong, terribly wrong. And the more time passed, the clearer it became.
Alexander returned from the bathroom, with that calm, controlled expression.
As if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't found a recorder hidden in his jacket, as if I didn't know he'd come here to use me.
To extract information from me, to betray me, he smiled slightly.
"What did you prepare?"
"Nothing extraordinary."
I tried to mirror his calmness.
"Just something simple."
We returned to the living room; the table was already set. A selection of cheeses, fruits, artisanal bread.
Some light appetizers… And wine. Lots of wine.
Perhaps because I needed something to calm my anxiety, or perhaps because I knew this night wasn't going to end well.
I sat down across from him, trying t
