His voice was a low, deadly whisper that seemed to suck all the air from the room.“Explain yourself.”The blue file felt like a block of ice against my ribs, searingly cold and condemning. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Excuses, lies, desperate pleas—they all died in my throat, suffocated by the sheer, terrifying force of his presence. The door clicked shut behind him, plunging us back into the moonlit silence, and the sound was as final as a tomb sealing.His eyes, glinting in the semi-darkness, were fixed on the file. He didn’t look angry in a hot, explosive way. This was colder, deeper. A betrayal that had crystallized into something lethal.“I…” The word was a dry, pathetic croak. “I can explain.”“I highly doubt that,” he said, his voice still that same, chillingly quiet pitch. He took a step forward, and I instinctively stumbled back, my hips hitting the edge of his desk. “But I am… fascinated to hear you try. What possible reason could you have for stealing a twenty-f
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