completely different way.
I was thirty years old and working as a financial advisor for a small company.
Ethan had arrived for a meeting.
He wasn’t dressed flashily.
I didn’t need to be.
He was one of those men who walked into a room and didn’t need to speak to attract attention.
During the meeting, everyone was trying to impress him.
I n.
I had simply done my job.
Eventually he caught up with me in the corridor.
“Clara?”
“Yes?”
“You’re the only person in the room who hasn’t tried to sell me something.”
We had feelings.
“Maybe because I had nothing to sell you.”
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He had laughed.
“Then I’d like to meet you.”
From that day on, everything had changed.
But there was one thing Ethan had understood very early on.
My family didn’t love me the way they should have.
He had seen
