Arem Zyke — POV
I sat calmly on the couch, the room swallowed by shadows. Everyone sees me as the perfect secretary—disciplined, loyal, devoted to my work.
But no one knows the real person hiding behind that mask.
I brought the wine glass to my lips, leaned back, and let the silence settle. A cigar rested between my teeth. My guard stepped forward immediately, flicking the lighter with trembling hands. The flame kissed the tip of the cigar, smoke blooming into the dim room in heavy curls.
I exhaled slowly.
"Speak," I said.
He stiffened. "S–Sir, I followed Evan Lee…"
My eyes snapped to him—sharp, cold, warning.
He flinched and corrected himself instantly. "I—I mean, Mr. Evan Lee."
His voice trembled as he placed a stack of photographs on the table. "These are what I gathered these past days."
Lion—my loyal, trustworthy shadow—stepped forward without a word. He silently lifted the wine glass from my hand and set it aside as I leaned forward.
My gaze fell onto the photos.
