CLARA NOTICES
Alex's POV
"You're early."
I didn't bother looking up from the report on my desk.
"So are you."
"That's different."
"It usually is."
Jacob walked into my office carrying two cups of coffee and a thick blue folder tucked beneath his arm. He placed one cup on my desk before dropping into the chair opposite me as though the office belonged to him.
It was a habit I had stopped correcting years ago.
"You know," he said, taking a sip of his coffee, "most CEOs would have thrown me out by now."
"Most operations directors wouldn't walk into the CEO's office without knocking."
"You stopped caring around year four."
"I stopped pretending it bothered me around year four."
Jacob laughed.
"There he is."
"What does that mean?"
"For a minute there, I thought yesterday's rain
