Hidden Agendas

At this very moment, someone else, just like Daphne, was either thinking about Clara or, more precisely, watching her right now.

The glow from the screen mixed with the night outside, and in the quiet office, the only sound was his fingers softly tapping against the desk.

On the screen was a photo: soft streetlights in the background, the man's gaze gentle, and Clara smiling brightly. The two of t