"She brought a recommendation letter with Janet's signature and seal. She even mentioned how embarrassed Janet was about using her connections. I didn't doubt it. You know Janet... she's too proud to let others know she pulls strings."
Silas tapped his fingers against the desk slowly.
"That doesn't add up."
Dante frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Even if Janet helped her," Silas said evenly, "why would she approach you instead of sticking close to Janet herself? And why show you the letter directly?"
Dante went silent.
Silas continued, his voice colder now.
"And her clothes… they're too deliberate. No one dresses like that to survive in a military base."
Dante's eyes widened slightly.
"You think she's here to seduce someone?"
Silas snorted.
"She's here for you."
The realization hit Dante like ice water. Goosebumps erupted across his arms.
"What?" he snapped. "I've never led her on. I haven't even spoken to her beyond official matters."
Silas leaned back, eyes narrowing.
