Clara
When I returned to the office, my head felt heavy. It wasn't fear yet, nor certainty… It was something worse: doubt. The right kind of doubt can destroy everything.
I entered the executive floor clutching my bag more tightly than necessary. The folder Howard had given me felt like it weighed a ton inside. I tried to act normal, walk normally, breathe normally. But my mind was still stuck in the coffee.
"The documents aren't the same ones I sent."
"Someone changed things."
The elevator doors opened, and I'd barely taken a few steps out when I heard Alexander's voice.
"Are you ready?"
I looked up. There he was. Dressed impeccably in jet black, as usual. His jacket was perfectly tailored, his watch gleaming in the hallway lights, the confident posture of a man accustomed t
