043: A Toast to Deceit

“Right here, let’s have a toast,” Susan said, her lips curling into a smirk as she extended the glass of wine toward Astor.

Astor hesitated briefly, his sharp eyes, studying her for a moment. Susan kept her expression neutral, her fingers grazing.

“To fresh starts,” Susan said, raising her glass.

“To closure,” Astor replied coolly, his gaze unwavering.

They clinked glasses as Astor brought the wine to his lips, his focus still on Susan as he took a sip. She watched him closely, her heart racing with anticipation as the spiked liquid began its slow, calculated effect.

“So, where's Williams?” Astor asked, his hands tucked...