Evander's POV
"Thank you!" Claire said in a polite tone.
"For you, Claire," I replied, my voice low but steady, "I will do whatever it takes."
Her expression flickered for a second, but she didn't reply. Instead, she placed the phone on my desk and stood. "I will let you know when I have spoken to her." She rose to her feet and turned on her heels to leave.
"Sure," I replied with a mild smile.
Claire stopped in the middle but stopped "Well…" Claire began, her voice soft, almost uncertain. It was clear she was hesitating, her fingers lightly fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
"If you want to ask something, just go ahead," I said, breaking the silence. Her unease didn't sit well with me. I wasn't one to open up easily, but if she wanted answers, I was ready to give them— at least as much as I could.
