Alexander
I don't like to lose control, I never have. Much less... When it comes to someone I thought I understood perfectly... Clara.
I lay my hands on the desk, watching the open reports in front of me. Figures, projections, movements... everything in order.
Too much in order. And that's precisely what bothers me.
Because when everything seems perfect... It's when it's easiest to break it, I turn the page calmly, stopping at details that I wasn't so interested in before.
Small mistakes, questionable decisions. Nothing serious, yet, but enough, enough to begin with.
"Interesting," I murmured.
I lean forward a little more, marking a line with the pen.
It is not a critical error, but it is a decision that I can question. And that's all I need.
...
I see her before she sees me. Cla
