New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 339 Taking Her Down

The next morning, Alexander Harris was on a mission. He didn't want to risk giving Claire Peterson a heads-up, thinking she might avoid him if she knew he was coming. So, he headed straight to her office, walking with purpose like a man on a secret quest. When he

arrived, Sandra, Claire's friendly but sharp-eyed secretary, gave him a polite smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Harris. Are you here to see Ms. Peterson?"

Alexander nodded, and Sandra clicked a few keys on her computer. "Ms. Peterson hasn't arrived yet. She's usually having breakfast around this time."

Alexander glanced at his wristwatch. It was 9 a.m. sharp. "She's not here yet?"

Sandra smiled, almost knowingly. "Oh, Ms. Peterson likes to start her mornings with a nice long breakfast."

Of course, she does, Alexander thought.

"I'll wait," he said with a nod, trying to keep his cool.

Sandra gestured toward Claire's office door, giving him permission to head inside. Alexander walked in, taking a seat on the leather couch in the corner. Claire's office was pristine, just like the woman herself-everything in its place, not a single paper out of line. It was the kind of room that almost dared you to make a mess.

But snooping around wasn't his style-well, not when it came to Claire. So, after a few minutes of awkwardly looking around the room, he pulled out his phone and started playing a game to kill time. Thirty minutes passed. Claire still hadn't shown up, and Alexander was getting restless, bouncing between frustration and wondering if this entire visit was a bad idea.

Finally, the door swung open with a soft click, and in walked Claire Peterson, looking surprised to see him lounging on her couch like he owned the place. She paused mid-step, her perfectly manicured hand still on the door handle. "Alexander?" she asked, frowning. "What are you doing here?"

She wasn't pleased, but Alexander had expected that. He stood up, slipped his phone back into his pocket, and smoothed down his suit. "I need to talk to you."

Claire raised a perfectly arched brow, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? And you couldn't have just called?"

it's not a conversation

somewhere better to be.

phone, scrolling through his recent recordings. He found the one from last night and hit play. A voice-feminine, smooth, and

her head, listening carefully. "Who is that?" she asked, her tone sharp, but there was a hint of

recording and looked at her, waiting for the moment to hit. "That," he

to put the pieces together. Then, her eyes narrowed. "Claudia? As in

"The one and only."

rolling her eyes. "Oh, this has to be some kind

wanted the whole Claudia situation to be over with, and trust me, so do I. You wanted her

started asking me to do things I'm definitely not comfortable with. This was the only thing could think of,

and motioned to his phone.

her brow furrowing at the mention of a 40% profit. As the recording went on, she straightened up, her eyes widening slightly at Claudia's comment about having no

recording ended, and Claire crossed her arms over her chest, her face

raising a skeptical eyebrow

back of his head, avoiding her gaze. "Uh... well, it's not really

about some deal with you, and

it's complicated, alright? But let's not focus on that. The point is, Claudia doesn't want

She let his deflection slide for now. She had bigger things to worry about. Uploading a voice recording of Claudia without her consent

just clear the air?" Claire asked, more to herself than to Alexander, but he answered

anything unless there's something in it for her. That's just

eyes narrowed even further, her brain working overtime as she tried to

could be anything. Probably something ridiculous and over the

amused for a split second. "You make

me, she's no