BETWEEN TRUTH AND DESIRE
Glande's POV
By the time the executive board meeting came to an end, the clock on the conference room wall read a quarter past six.
One by one, the directors gathered their files and left the room, their voices gradually fading into the corridor until silence settled over the executive floor.
I remained behind.
The meeting had generated a mountain of paperwork, and none of it could be left until morning.
I carefully arranged the signed contracts into separate folders, made notes on the action points discussed during the meeting, and updated tomorrow's schedule on my tablet.
The soft click of the conference room door startled me.
I looked up.
Alex had returned.
His jacket was draped over one arm, while the top button of his shirt had been undone. After sp
