"But let me be clear, Logan… I'm not doing this for him. Or for you. I'm doing this to survive."
"Same here," he said, finally pushing off the wall.
As he reached for the door, she added, "We walk out of this like allies. But we're not friends, Kingsley."
He smirked faintly. "Wouldn't dream of it."
The door clicked shut behind him.
And Jean exhaled.
Not in relief.
But in preparation…
Because surviving meant knowing when to be silent… and when to strike.
The next morning, the sun rose with an edge of silence. The city was buzzing with whispers, yet Jean's hospital room felt like a pocket of stillness… the kind that comes before a storm.
Emma walked in briskly, her phone still pressed to her ear. Her expression is unreadable.
Jean looked up. "Was it him?"
Emma nodded, lips tight. "Mr. Kim. He wants to settle… quietly. He said his team will send over the official documents by tonight."
Jean let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "That's faster than expected."
