ANTHONY'S POV
I stared blankly at the wall of my office, my mind an endless loop of thoughts I didn't want to entertain. The knock at the door snapped me back, and I clenched my jaw.
"Come in," I muttered.
The door opened, and Clarissa stepped inside. I exhaled, relieved it wasn't my mother.
"I stopped by your penthouse, but you weren't there," she said, closing the door behind her. A knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Thought I'd find you sulking here instead."
I sighed. "I don't sulk."
She arched a brow and dropped into the chair across from me. "Sure you don't."
I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed. "Why are you here, Clarissa?"
She tilted her head, studying me like she could see right through me. "Because I know you. And I know you spent the night at her pl
