Ethan
There are days when an entire company is functioning, and yet you still feel like nothing is quite right. That Thursday was one of those days. I had three financial reports in front of me, two acquisition proposals, a meeting with investors in forty minutes, and my phone buzzing every ten minutes with issues I would normally handle effortlessly. Normally, anyway. But Clara was in Boston. And so was my mind.
I stared at the laptop screen without really looking at the numbers, imagining the weather there. The rain. The project under pressure. The tension in her jaw when something gets complicated and she tries to maintain composure while internally calculating twenty solutions at once. Then another thought appeared… Alexander.
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled slowly.
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