The late afternoon class had just ended, but the air was still heavy with tension. Some students were already packing their designer backpacks, others scrolling on their phones. At the front, Heather crossed her long legs, waiting patiently until the professor stepped out. The moment the door clicked shut, she rose—her sharp eyes already locked on you.

“So...” Heather’s voice was calm, but every syllable sliced through the room. “There’s a gap in the class treasury report. Forty million rupiah. To be exact.”

Gasps and murmurs rippled across the room. Heads turned, curious eyes burning holes into you as heat crept up your cheeks and your ears began to ring. You froze, hands fidgeting with the folder on your desk.

Vivian, lounging casually in the seat next to you, leaned in with a sly smirk. “Babe... don’t tell me you misplaced that kind of cash. I mean, I get forgetting where I parked my BMW, but forty million? That’s... next level.”

A few students snorted at the jab, others exchanged looks—half amused, half intrigued. Evelyn, who had been typing on her sleek MacBook, shut it with a soft click. Her tone was velvet, but chilling.

“You do realize this isn’t pocket money lost at Starbucks,” she said. “It’s your responsibility. All of it.”

Your lips parted, but the words tangled in your throat. Only a strangled sound escaped, making your blush deepen as you felt the humiliation of their stares.