Clara
There is a second... a very short one... in which I remain silent.
Not because I don't have anything to say, but because I'm trying to decide how to say it.
But then... I look at him. And something inside me breaks.
"My stupidities?" I repeat, incredulous.
My voice is not loud yet... but sharp. Very sharp.
Alexander doesn't move, he doesn't flinch. And that... That makes everything worse.
I let out a small, humorless laugh, shaking my head.
"Did you really just say that?"
He looks at me as if nothing happened.
As if this were a normal conversation, as if he had not just crossed a huge line.
"I'm talking about the company," he replies.
Cold, controlled. As always, and that... It turns me on more.
"No," I interrupt him. "You're talking about me."
My hands rest on the tabl
