I look away at the screen, but inside... I am fully alert.
What the hell is wrong with him? How can he question me in front of this person?
My mind blurred for a moment, because now I understand.
This is not accidental, it is not just an opinion, it is not just a difference of criteria.
Alexander...
He is not playing at discussing ideas. He's playing with me and I don't know exactly what, but what I do know... I can't afford to fail.
Not in front of him, or in front of anyone.
The meeting ends. Chairs move, voices drop, attendees begin to leave one by one as they gather their things.
I do the same or at least... I try. Because my head is not in the papers I'm keeping. It's in him and in every interruption. In every measured word, in every look.
I look up and there it is. Alexander
