Clara
Acting normal was becoming the hardest part of all this, but also the most necessary.
I was sitting across from Alexander in the meeting room while one of the executives was talking about projections for the next quarter. There were charts on the screen, open folders, freshly poured coffee. And I could barely concentrate. Because every time I looked at him… I remembered what I knew, the evidence I now have…
How can he act like this?
Alexander seemed normal, just continuing to work as if nothing was wrong.
My stomach churned.
"Clara?"
I blinked.
Alexander was looking at me, his gray eyes fixed on me intently.
"What do you think?" he asked.
I glanced quickly at the screen; one of the investors was talking about expanding another business line, capitalizing on the me
