Clara
The invitation was not dramatic, there were no flowers, there were no disguised insinuations.
It was simple.
"I have a reservation on Thursday at a place I like. Nothing formal. Only... I want to invite you to dinner. No committee. No contracts."
Yes, an invitation from Alexander.
...
Mornings in the office always have the same rhythm, urgent emails. Two meetings before noon.
One call with the legal team, I like that feeling of control. Of structure. To know exactly what to do.
The emotional, on the other hand, does not follow an agenda. I'm reviewing a contract when they knock on the door.
"Go ahead," I say without looking up.
"Shall I interrupt?"
The voice makes me look up.
Gray suit. No tie. Hair slightly disheveled as if he had run his hand over it more than once. And
