Clara
The coffee smelled of cinnamon and roasted coffee; normally, I would have found it pleasant. Not today. Today, everything felt too tense.
I arrived a few minutes early and chose a discreet table near the back. I wore dark glasses and a light coat over my suit so as not to draw too much attention.
I checked the time again: 2:33. Then I saw him walk in. Howard.
He looked worse than last time, more exhausted… He was carrying a thick folder under his arm and a tablet in his hand.
When he saw me, he walked quickly to my table.
"Thank you for coming, Mrs. Sinclair."
"Please sit down."
He obeyed immediately.
I noticed his hands tense as he arranged everything on the table.
"I know you probably think I'm trying to save my job."
I looked at him intently.
"Are you?"
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