Claire felt her irritation rise. It was like trying to have a serious conversation with a brick wall. “The woman, Alexander. Tell me who the woman is!”
Alexander leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows in surprise. Then, a smirk slowly spread across his face, the kind that made Claire want to punch him. He crossed his arms, mirroring her stance.
“So, you know it's a woman,” he teased. “That means you're one step closer to figuring it out.”
Claire gritted her teeth. “This isn’t a guessing game. I don’t have time for this.”
He stood up and strolled toward the door, casually as if they were talking about the weather. Reaching for the handle, he opened the door wide and turned back to her. “I'm busy, Claire. I don't have time to be disturbed by your endless questions.”
Claire remained rooted to her spot, glaring at him. “I'm not leaving until you tell me who she is.”
Alexander scoffed, his smirk turning into a grin. “You barely tell me anything. Why should I share my information with you?”
Claire took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. “Because this woman hurt Abigail. And I’m not letting her get away with it. If you know something, it’s better if you tell me now.”
They stood there, staring each other down, neither one willing to back off. Claire’s eyes were practically shooting lasers, and Alexander’s frown deepened as the tension between them grew. Just when things were about to explode, Alexander’s phone rang, breaking the standoff.
He glanced at the screen, sighed, and answered the call. “Yes, Mary?”
It was Abigail’s mother. Alexander’s eyes widened in surprise as he listened. “She's awake? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
He hung up and turned to Claire, his voice more serious than before. “Abigail’s awake.”
Claire’s hard expression softened for a moment, genuine surprise flickering across her face. But before either of them could say anything else, they both hurried out of the office, the intensity of their previous argument temporarily forgotten.
As they stepped into the lobby, Claire turned back to Alexander, her voice firm. “This conversation isn’t over.”
Alexander grunted in response as they parted ways. Claire joined Matthew, her right-hand man, and they headed toward their car. Alexander walked briskly toward his own vehicle, feeling the weight of everything piling up on his shoulders.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, Alexander was about to turn the key when his phone rang again. He let out a frustrated groan and answered it. “What now?”
It was one of his bodyguards, the one stationed at the private docks to watch over Lisa.
“Uh, sir, we’ve got a situation,” the bodyguard said, his voice wavering a bit. “Lisa’s managed to slip away. We’re still searching for her.”
Alexander's eyes widened. “Are you kidding me right now? I told you to watch her, not let her escape!”
The bodyguard stammered slightly but tried to keep his voice steady. “We’re combing the entire area, sir. It’s a private dock—she can’t have gone far.”
“Then find her!” Alexander snapped, his voice cold and sharp. “I want her back in that house, and I want it done now.”
He hung up the phone, frustration bubbling inside him. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel. This was not how today was supposed to go.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the city, Alexander felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. Lisa was unpredictable at the best of times, and now that she was on the loose, there was no telling what kind of chaos she would stir up.
Claire and Matthew were already on the road, heading toward the hospital where Abigail was recovering. The mood in the car was tense, and Claire’s fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh.
“Are you still going to ask Alexander?”
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