Meeting His Bitter Ex-Wife and Tokyo's Invitation

Clara

I slide into the empty chair across from Rachel in the crowded cafeteria, my fingers trembling as I open my plastic lunch container. The quiet chatter of the other employees hums around us, but my mind is still trapped in the tense air of my office, buzzing from the physical presence of my boss. The lingering memory of Alistair’s low voice and his sudden, wicked wink makes my skin feel too