The elevator door opened with a soft ding on the very top floor of the Vance Tower. This was Alexander’s private penthouse. It was a massive, quiet space with giant glass walls that looked out over the glowing city lights.
The loud noise of the boardroom, the flashing cameras of the reporters downstairs, and the smell of gunpowder were finally gone.
Alexander guided Clara inside, his large hand resting gently on the small of her back. Clara let out a long, heavy sigh. Her shoulders dropped, and all the strength left her legs. She stumbled slightly on the thick, soft carpet.
Before she could fall, Alexander’s strong arms were around her. He lifted her off her feet effortlessly, cradling her against his chest.
"I can walk," Clara whispered, though she rested her tired head against his wa
