LONGEST EVENING
Three knocks.
From the other side.
I froze.
So did he.
For one suspended moment, neither of us spoke. The silence in the office stretched, heavy enough that even the ticking of the clock seemed louder than before.
Then the door opened slightly.
A staff member from the Accounts Department stood outside, holding a thick file against his chest.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Dallas," he said politely. "Finance asked me to bring these over. They need your signature before tomorrow morning."
Alex shifted his attention from me to the man at the door, his expression returning to the calm professionalism everyone in the company knew.
"Come in," he said.
The accountant stepped inside and walked toward the desk, placing the file neatly in front of him.
I remained where I wa
