Clara
I take the folder on the desk and review the documents for the last time.
Everything is in order or so I want to believe. My fingers stop when I see the cup of coffee... empty.
I stare at it for a second longer than necessary, and without meaning to… I'm transported back to that moment in the hallway.
To him... Alexander.
I frown slightly, it was... strange, too much.
After everything he told me that day... After the way he practically questioned my decisions, my past, my criteria...
Today he acted as if nothing had happened, as if he had not made me feel exposed, judged, attacked.
I purse my lips a little as I take the cup and set it aside.
His voice sounded again in my head with that same calmness, that same assurance.
As if he had the right to talk to me like that, as i
