Dahlia inhaled sharply. This was a reaction that Nash was hoping for, the proof he had hit home.
Her eyes went wide, fingers crushing her notebook like she was trying to strangle it. Victoria didn't move, just stared at him without blinking. Then, slow as a lazy cat, she pushed her sunglasses down her nose.
"So the little rat finally bit the poisoned bread," she murmured, almost too quiet to hear. "How much do you really know?"
"Enough to know you're not who you pretend to be," Nash said. "Enough to know something big is happening behind the scenes. I'm not here to ruin you. I just want the truth."
Victoria didn't react. She just watched him, the tension in the room getting thicker with every tick of the clock. Then, without looking away, she flicked two gold fingers.
"Dahlia. Wait outside."
Dahlia hesitated; Victoria never kicked her out during important talks. It looked like she alone knew the truth about Victoria, yet she chose to deal with the sneaky rat alone.
