Claire’s hands were sweaty. She should walk up to him; that’s what her job demanded. VIPs like Alexander were not to be ignored; they were to be welcomed with open arms. But fear glued her feet to the ground. What would her boss do if she didn’t kick Dave of the parking lot like he instructed her?
Dave’s pleas echoed in her head. He had begged to be heard, but Claire hadn’t listened. She had seen him as a problem, not a person. Now, Alexander’s presence made her question that. Was there more to Dave than she had assumed?