I stepped into Alex’s office, the click of the door closing behind me sounding far too loud in his otherwise way too quiet office. The folder of documents in my hands felt heavier than it should, the pages inside creased from how tightly I’d been gripping them. I crossed to the chair opposite his desk, straightened my blouse, and set the folder on the polished wood.
He looked up from his laptop, his expression shifting from focused concentration to something a little softer. “Morning, Chloe.”
“Morning,” I said, flipping open the folder. “I’ve got the updated figures for the Crossline project that you asked for.”
But instead of reaching for it, he leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was some puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. “How are you doing?”
My brows pulled together. “I’
