Jasmine's POV
The video had not left my mind. Not even for a second.
Zara. In my dorm room.
That single frame of her smirk haunted me through the night. I barely slept… every time I closed my eyes, I saw her standing there, plugging that flash drive into my laptop as if she already knew exactly how to destroy me.
By morning, I was not thinking clearly. I didn't care about caution or strategy anymore. I needed answers.
KnightCorp's hallways were quieter than usual when I arrived. The world outside was waking to sunlight and traffic, but inside, the air felt too heavy… like even the walls knew what I was about to do.
I walked straight past the assistants' desks toward the glass doors of the executive suite. Zara's office stood at the end of the corridor, her nameplate gleaming gold.
I could see her silhouette through the frosted glass… relaxed, sipping coffee, legs crossed, the image of control.
Good. Let her feel comfortable.
I pushed the door open without knocking.
