Anna stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her like the remnants of her fury. But the fire inside her wasn't cooling down anytime soon.
From Kira accusing her of stealing the file, to Daniel caging her with that shameless "challenge"—everything had happened so fast, it felt as though she'd lived half a lifetime in a single morning.
"I really need to keep an eye on that girl," she muttered, tossing the damp towel aside. "She's nowhere near as innocent as she pretends to be."
Her reflection in the long dressing mirror stared back at her, lips pressed in a thin line, eyes sharp with frustration. Yet her thoughts refused to stay still. They drifted back to the file she had found hidden under her side table.
She hadn't read it fully—only a fleeting glimpse. But that one word was enough to make her pulse hitch.
Contract.
And the way Daniel had interrogated her, asking whether she had read it or not… it had to be something significant. Something confidential.
