“Impossible!”

Adrian slammed the folder of CCTV footage onto his desk. The loud thud made his assistant, Raka, jump. Adrian’s eyes were red, his face drawn, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at the laptop screen playing the recording.

On the screen was him—Adrian—standing at the hotel room door, and a voice that sounded unmistakably like his could clearly be heard:

“Come in, Leviana. I’ve been waiting. Tonight, it’s just the two of us.”

“No… that’s not me! I never said that!” Adrian shouted, pounding the desk.

Raka moved closer, trying to stay calm. “Sir, the voice is unmistakable. Your face is clearly visible on camera. Anyone watching this...