Alex’s POV
I wasn’t calling her to touch her.
That was the lie I told myself as I stood by my desk, sleeves rolled up, and tie loosened. The city hummed below but it wasn’t enough to silence the storm in my head. Everything was strangely slipping out of control and I needed to feel like I still had control over something.
The moment my door opened and Rosa stepped in, all rational thoughts evaporated. It was that evening, once again, when she had stepped into the office where I sat, lost, drunk, and out of control. And she had given me something to control that night after I had learnt that my father had progressive dementia and a few years left.
She shut the door softly behind her and watched me keenly. I hadn’t told her about the meeting at Baker Tech or the little gamble I played w
