Felix adjusted the cuffs of his crisp white shirt as the morning came. He stood in front of the full-length mirror mounted beside the wardrobe, focused on the knot of his navy tie.
His reflection stared back at him, eyes just a little darker from the lack of sleep. It wasn't the meetings that had kept him tossing under the high-thread-count sheets last night. It was her voice, soft, distant, carefully measured, echoing in his mind.
Katherine.
She'd called late, lunchtime for her, nearly midnight for him. He had picked up instantly, almost instinctively, as if her name on the screen bypassed all thought and protocol. He remembered the way he had leaned on the edge of the desk, heart stuttering slightly. Not in fear, at least, not exactly, but in anticipation.
"I'd like to talk when you're back."
