Alexander took the call in the hallway outside the conference room, one hand braced against the glass wall, his voice dropping low enough that Elena — gathering her things at the table — only caught fragments.
"...how sure are you... no, don't move on it yet... keep it between us for now."
When he came back in, his expression hadn't changed, but something behind his eyes had gone very still, the way it did right before he made a decision he didn't like.
"Everything all right?" Elena asked.
"Gavin found an anomaly in the access logs. Probably nothing." The lie sat oddly on him — he wasn't a practiced liar, not with her, not anymore — and she filed it away rather than pushing. She'd learned, in the last few weeks, that Alexander told her everything eventually. He just needed to be certai
