The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Amir Singh and Jaxon Daniels stared at the monitor Olivia had turned to face them. Their faces, pale under the cool office lighting, flickered as lines of damning evidence scrolled slowly across the screen.
At first, they couldn't believe what they were seeing because there was no way. There was no way she should have known anything about this.
But it was right there.
Transaction records. Communication logs. Private emails. A draft contract filed under a hidden shell company— one where her name didn't exist.
They stared at themselves, reflected in the glassy surface, caught like animals in a trap.
Jaxon let out a shaky laugh, trying to pierce the tension. "Olivia, what is this?"
Amir followed with a chuckle, just as brittle. "Yeah, come on. Why're we looking at all this? Is this some... test or something?"
Olivia didn't answer. Her hands were clenched at her sides. Her body trembled not from fear, but restraint.
