CHAPTER TWENTY ONE**ALEXANDER**She texted me the next morning.Not about business. Not about the trial or the gallery or anything that required a practical response. Just: “I make good coffee. If you want some before the Tokyo call at nine.”I stared at it for a moment.She was inviting me to her apartment. Casually, like it was nothing, which meant she'd thought about it carefully before sending it, which I was learning was how Sophia operated. Nothing casual was actually casual.“Address?” I wrote back.She sent it.I arrived at eight fifteen with pastries from the bakery two blocks from my apartment because showing up empty handed felt wrong and flowers felt like too much. She opened the door in a grey sweater and bare feet, hair down, and for a moment I forgot how to form sentences."Pastries," she said, looking at the bag."Seemed right."She took them and let me in.Her apartment was exactly what I should have expected and somehow still surprised me. Clean lines, good light, a
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