Clara
Alexander stopped just before reaching one of the smaller, more intimate groups in the room. It wasn't by chance. I could tell by his posture, by the way he adjusted his smile before looking at me.
"I want to introduce you to someone," he said quietly. "It's important."
I didn't ask anymore. I nodded.
The man I was talking to was older, perfectly combed gray hair, impeccable dark suit. The kind that doesn't need to raise their voices to be heard.
Alexander waited for a natural pause in the conversation and then spoke.
"Mr. Whitmore," he said, "let me introduce you to my partner, Clara Sinclair."
The man turned to me with measured curiosity. He looked at me attentively, unhurriedly, as if he were looking for something he hadn't yet decided to name.
"Sinclair?" he repeated, he
