Alexander
The sharp sound of paper hitting the table cuts through the air.
Vanessa doesn't place it... she throws it. The documents slide a little, bump against my glass of whiskey, and lie there, jumbled... like her.
I lower my gaze, observe them for a second, and then pick them up. I don't need to read every line; there's no need. I recognize the format, the structure, the type of contract... the type of decision. Even so, I flip through a couple of pages... Quickly, efficiently. Looking for the essentials, clear clauses. Correct dates, well-defined conditions. No gaps, no obvious loopholes. Everything... neat.
I close the folder calmly. Too calmly, perhaps, for what she expects of me.
"Vanessa..." I don't get to finish; she speaks first.
"The worst part is that he didn't even
