Claire's POV

The office door clicked behind Helen and it was already 10:15 AM in the morning and echoed softly down the still, spotless hall on the 39th floor. It was quite different from the tension hanging in the boardroom, with the air having a bitter taste like spilled coffee, along with the soft rustle of papers scattered over my desk. I still held the note within my hand…that note which had "past binds us" written on it and whose creased corners were rough against my palm. I had not ...