Ethan
The day of the signing came with an almost ironic punctuality. Days of negotiation reduced to a living room, a long table and a couple of perfectly aligned folders.
Clara entered with Alexander...
She came back, that's what I thought... She entered not behind, not in front. At the same time, and I noticed that before anything else.
She wore a light, sober suit. The hair up. The serene, professional, impeccable expression... But different.
There was something softer about her movements. Somewhat less tense in the shoulders, Alexander adjusted the chair so that she could take a seat first. A minimal gesture, almost invisible, but I saw it... I see everything. I always see those things.
The meeting went smoothly. Final numbers. Minor adjustments. Signatures.
When the time came,
