VOLUME TWO: HISTORY
Clara's POV:
Watching him now I recall how he had always been biting on an apple, back when we were in school; that is, whenever he wasn't making sly remarks at my expense. Even now, as he bites into that apple his eyes are taunting me, a painful reminder that I haven't managed to escape the bully who now sits in the chair opposite me with his feet on my desk.
He is wearing a dark grey suite and black shoes. The black shoes that are currently resting on top of my HR paperwork are either new or very well cared for; they sparkle in the florescent light of my office.
The thought makes me smile; not my thought about the cleanliness of Andrew's shoes but the thought that this is my office. Compared to the one I used to have at my last job, it's amazing.
My old office had been a shared space. It had been cramped and cluttered, but this office is large and airy.
That office was the reason I left my last job.