The room buzzed louder now—not with laughter, but tension. The pictures Zane had shown were too sharp, too clear, too real. The name Baris Tevye wasn't something people just threw around, and certainly not with visual receipts. But still… they refused to believe.
Refused to accept.
Kelvin snorted again and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Nah. No way."
Tomiwa shook his head. "There's no chance this is legit. No chance."
Desmond stepped forward, arms crossed. "You're trying to pull a fast one, man. Photoshop, AI—whatever trick you're using, it won't pass here."
Emma stood beside Zane, her breath caught in her chest. She hadn't said a word. She couldn't.
She'd seen the photos too. She recognized one of the people in them. She recognized the backdrop. She knew what it meant—and still, she couldn't believe it.
Had Zane really…?
She glanced at him again.
Calm. Still.
