{Clara’s POV}
I sat at my desk, flipping through pages in a book I recently started, trying to get his words, and the look in his eyes out of my head. A soft knock to my door pulled me from the pages, and I walked to it. “Who’s there?” I asked, waiting for a reply.
“It’s me Clara, open up.” I heard Daniella’s voice from the other side of the door. I opened it, and soon was engulfed in her arms. “I’m so sorry that Viktor’s such a di**!” She said, pulling back and looking down at me. “He doesn’t have much practice with women.. he’s only ever liked one other woman, and that didn’t work out, so he’s not been much for any contact with women, or even most men.” She said. “He’s locked himself away in his room or office for years.. he’s been through a lot, and he doesn’t always think about wha
