Jayden's knuckles rapped sharply against the double-sided mirror, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Bring me the handcuffs."
I watched her, my gaze unwavering. She stood tall, her posture radiating confidence, her eyes burning with the certainty of victory.
But I could see the cracks—the way her fingers twitched at her sides, the way her breath hitched just a little too quickly. She thought she had me. She thought she was in control.
But I was done playing by her rules.
For the first time, I didn't reach for my wallet or my connections. I didn't call in favors or throw money at the problem. This time, I wanted to shatter her confidence. I wanted to show her what real power looked like.
Jayden's glare bore into me, her silence a challenge. The seconds stretched, thick with anticipation. Then, the door creaked open. Two officers stepped inside, handcuffs glinting in their hands. Their boots thudded against the floor, their expressions blank, professional.
