Jasmine's POV
The mirrored elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, taking me to the top floor of KnightCorp's tower.
The boardroom stretched out in front of me, wide and cold. Gray light poured through the tall windows, throwing long shadows across a massive mahogany table that looked more like a stage than a place for business.
Every seat was taken. Men and women in sharp suits sat like statues, their faces hard, their presence heavy.
And then… every eye turned to me.
Whispers broke out at once. A wave of judgment, some quiet, some not even trying to hide it.
"Arrogant girl."
"Knight is playing games bringing her here."
"She's got blood on her hands, and now she thinks she can wash it in this room."
I didn't waver. My heels struck the polished marble like gunshots, each step deliberate, my posture cut from ice.
Inside, my pulse rattled like caged glass. But they'd never see it.
