Jasmine's POV
Two days. That's how long it's been since the file appeared on my desk… blood, names, and a half-burned signature that made my hand shake the moment I saw it.
Now, the office is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that presses against your skin until it hums.
I lean back in my chair, staring at the glass wall where Crestfalls morning haze ripples faintly. The city moves. I don't.
"KnightCorp… Duvall… Mother…" My voice cracks around the words as I whisper them. "What were you hiding from me?"
A soft knock breaks the stillness.
"Come in." I manage.
Claire steps in… tall, neat, efficient. Her face is calm, but her eyes… they see more than they ever say.
"Ma'am, the press is still waiting for a comment about the board changes." she says.
"Tell them I'm not ready to comment."
"That's the third time I've told them that," T
Claire replies gently.
"Then tell them again."
She hesitates, then walks closer. "There's also… something you should see."
