~Jennie’s~

"You're too late, babe. The truth already saved him."

The corridor is too quiet for a Tuesday.

These floors are usually noisy. Someone’s always typing or gossiping or making coffee two doors down. But right now, it’s just me. Just my shoes on the glossy floor, and the sound of one voice—hers.

She’s in front of Reo’s office door, leaning one shoulder against the wall like she owns the space. Like this whole empire wasn’t built from fire she couldn’t survive.

Her coat is beige. Designer. Probably borrowed.

I don’t move yet. I just watch.

She’s talking low, but her words echo down the hallway.

“So that’s it? After...