CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - A Desperate Apology

As they entered the apartment, Claire couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her. The space that had become a sanctuary of sorts now felt invaded by Liam's presence. "Nice place," Liam whistled, looking around appreciatively. "Steele must be doing well for himself." "It's just a temporary arrangement," Claire said, setting down her bag. "Would you like something to drink?" Before Liam could answer, the sound of keys in the door made them both turn. Mason stepped in, his relaxed expression quickly morphing into one of surprise and then carefully controlled neutrality as he took in the scene before him. "Mason," Claire said, her voice slightly higher than usual. "This is Liam. He's... an old friend from New York." "Ex-boyfriend, actually," Liam interjected, extending his hand to Mason. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Steele. I've heard great things about your work in AI." Mason shook Liam's hand, his grip perhaps a bit firmer than necessary. "Thank you. Claire hadn't men