Aaron's POV
After Lynne left my office, Clara hurriedly closed the door behind her.
"Open it," I said, my voice low as I sat in my chair. "Open the office door."
"But Aaron…"
"There's nothing inappropriate between us," I said coldly, my gaze sharp as I looked her over. Her behavior disgusted me. "So please, open the door."
Under my icy glare, Clara lowered her head, looking timid and pitiful. In a soft, wounded voice, she said, "I just wanted you to have a quiet lunch. I even made all the dishes Katherine used to make for you—the ones you liked."
Hearing Katherine's name struck a painful chord. My expression darkened, and I didn't respond.
"This is a vegetable salad. I added shrimp, just like you prefer. And this…"
"Take it back," I interrupted as she began setting dishes out from
