Don't tell me… a plot twist just happened.
After everything I'd done, the careful planning, the disguises, the stealth, I'd still walked straight into one.
I grimaced, jaw tight.
Getting caught here wasn't part of the plan. It wasn't ever part of the plan.
Bracing myself, I turned slowly, forcing my face to stay blank even as my heart hammered.
And that's when I saw him.
A man stood there, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a fitted black suit that almost seemed to blend with the dim light of the corridor.
Black hair slicked back, a neatly trimmed beard lining his sharp jaw.
But it wasn't his appearance that made my chest tighten, it was his presence.
His aura pressed against me like a weight, suffocating, the kind of pressure only a high-ranker could give off without trying.
Great. Just great.
I swallowed.
System, This is your fault.
[No.]
It is! Well, partly mine too, because I could've made damn sure to just dry all the informations out of you.
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