My hands tremble as I scrub the executive restroom, the scent of lemon disinfectant burning my nose. Just hours ago, I was in this same stall, fixing my lipstick after sneaking out of Alex’s bed. Now I’m on my knees, pretending I don’t recognize the cufflinks I polished last night.

Then the door slams open. Evelyn stands there in her blood-red heels, clutching a file like a weapon. 'You again,' she sneers. 'Funny how you’re always around when things go missing.'

I freeze. Last week, Alex’s watch vanished—only to turn up in my locker. A setup. And now, she’s filming me with her phone.

'You think mopping floors gives you the right to look at him like that?' she whispers. 'He’ll never love someone… beneath him.'

My throat tightens. I could scream the truth. I could throw the ring in her face. But if I do, I lose everything.