New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 401

Claire leaned back in her office chair, putting her phone on speaker while continuing her conversation in rapid French. Her business partner in Paris was on the other end, droning on about projected quarterly figures and potential expansions. She glanced at the ornate clock on her wall, slightly impatient, but kept her tone upbeat.

“Écoute, Louis,” (Listen) she said, leaning forward. “The numbers look good, but we have to focus on quality over quantity. Expansion means nothing if we lose our brand’s integrity.”

“Ah, Claire,” Louis laughed on the other end. “Toujours si prudente! But you’re right. Still, the shareholders expect growth.” (Always so careful!)

“Oui, oui,” (Yes) she sighed with a smile. “But only if it makes sense, yes? Let’s not lose our heads for profit.”

“Très bien,” (Alright) Louis agreed. “I'll let them know. But we may need a new strategy. We’ll talk more next week?”

“D'accord,” (All right) Claire replied. “Let’s set it up. Merci, Louis.”

“Merci à toi, Claire. Au revoir.” (Thank you, Claire. Bye.)

As she ended the call, a gentle knock on the door drew her attention. “Come in,” she called.

Sandra, her assistant, slipped in, holding a crisp white envelope. She had that polite, knowing smile Claire was so used to by now. “I apologize for interrupting you, Ms. Peterson.”

“Do you need something, Sandra?” Claire asked, tilting her head.

Sandra’s smile widened as she placed the envelope on Claire’s desk. “This came in for you. I don’t know who it’s from; just received it at the front desk with strict instructions that it was for you personally.”

Claire raised a brow, eyeing the envelope like it might contain a bomb. “Really?” She prodded it lightly with her finger, curiosity piqued. “Should I be concerned?”

Sandra smirked. “Want me to open it?”

Claire shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Thanks for bringing it, Sandra.”

Sandra nodded, leaving her with a soft “Of course, Ms. Peterson. Tell me if you need something, miss,” as she stepped out.

Alone again, Claire opened the envelope slowly, unfolding a thick card inside. She read it, muttering to herself, “What…?”

Her eyes scanned the fancy text, then she let out a scoff. "A press release invitation… for Venus AMD’s latest project?” She laughed, genuinely amused. “Oh, Frank, what are you up to this time?”

The mere idea of Frank from Venus AMD trying to flaunt his newest project made her grin. She was hardly concerned—she knew Metacortex was miles ahead, not only because of her hands-on involvement but because she never missed a single detail in the development process. But attending this little event? That could be entertaining. At least it would break up her week with some much-needed amusement.

“Why not?” she murmured, placing the invitation back on her desk with a smile. She leaned back, already imagining Frank’s face when he saw her there. “This might actually be fun.”

At 1 p.m. sharp, Claire found herself at the police station, fidgeting slightly as she waited to be called in. Another round of questioning—it was getting old, but she understood why they kept circling back to her. She’d been there when it happened, after all. Anyone would think she was the culprit.

She spotted Matthew lounging in the waiting area, tapping his foot. When he noticed her, he stood and came over.

“Ready for another round?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Oh, absolutely,” Claire replied with mock enthusiasm. “Can’t wait to sit through another thrilling interrogation.”

Matthew chuckled. “That’s the spirit.”

An officer appeared, gesturing them toward the familiar, bleak little room they’d visited before. The detective was already seated, waiting for them with an expectant look.

“Have a seat,” he said, motioning toward the chairs across from him.