(Rebecca's POV)
Monday morning. 8:02 AM.
I walk into Clark Industries for the last time and the security guard smiles at me.
"Morning, Rebecca."
"Morning, Tom."
He doesn't know I'm Sean's wife. Nobody in this building knows. To Tom, I'm Rebecca from the fourth floor. Secretary. Coffee maker. The quiet one who always holds the elevator.
I badge in and take the stairs. I always take the stairs. The elevator is for executives and people who matter. Sean told me that once. I never dared to try and find out if he was joking or if he was serious.
The fourth floor is already humming. Phones ringing. Keyboards clicking. Someone laughs from the break room. I walk past my desk — neat, organized, everything in its place — and head straight for Alexander's office.
His door is open. He's alread
