WILLIAMS’ POV

I watched Sarah's eyes narrow, her gaze piercing through me like a dagger. We stood in my office, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Williams, can I ask you something?" she ventured, her voice measured, but with a hint of accusation.

I hesitated, knowing where this was headed. "Sure, Sarah," I replied, my tone neutral, but my mind racing with excuses.

"Why did you lie about me to Monica?" she asked, her tone even, but with a hint of hurt.

I shrugged, trying to downplay it. "It wasn't a big deal, Sarah. I just didn't want to get into it with her."

Sarah's...