Cassius released a carefully measured sigh, letting his shoulders sag just enough to appear overwhelmed. His trembling posture sold the illusion of a maid collapsing under pressure, and Esme seemed almost giddy as she watched him struggle.
She stared at him with open satisfaction, the kind of smile worn by someone who believed she had finally cornered her prey after days of doubting and observing him.
Cassius pretended not to notice her delight as he began speaking, his voice soft and wavering. "My father's name…"
Esme smirked, "Can't tell us?"
"It's Markus Polls. I am Cassandra Polls, daughter of Markus and Barbara Polls. My mother passed from illness, and my father died a few years ago from coughing." The lie flowed smoothly, but he added enough hesitation to make it believable.
Esme's smile faltered for the first time. The names triggered a faint memory, she knew the Polls family.
