On another evening, he surprised her again. They were reviewing investor slides when Klaus paused.
"My sister used to draw like this," he said quietly, tapping a chart she had made. "Her lines were cleaner, though."
Gisela blinked. "You have a sister?"
"I… did."
She waited, thinking he would say more, but he returned to typing. It felt like a personal matter he had dropped unintentionally, and she wondered if she should reach for it.
But she decided not to.
Later that week, their conversations became natural.
"Do you review your work at home?" Klaus asked.
"Sometimes," she answered. "My husband usually needs the computer, so I try to finish here."
Klaus hummed, uninterested in the details of her husband, or so she thought.
Then, another evening, exhausted after a long session, Gisela leaned back and exhaled.
"My husband is upset I've been working a lot," she admitted. "He doesn't say it outright, but I know."
Klaus looked up. "Why is he upset?"
