I stared at my reflection in the restroom mirror for a long time.
At first, I was curious.
What if someone set me up?
But slowly… that thought changed.
It turned into something heavier.
What if I really messed up?
The question didn't accuse anyone else.
It accused me.
I swallowed hard and leaned both hands on the sink. My reflection looked pale. Smaller than usual. Not confident. Not strong.
Just tired.
I closed my eyes and forced my brain to rewind the past two weeks.
Paper by paper.
Detail by detail.
Signature by signature.
I tried to remember everything.
Every document I touched.
Every approval I signed.
Every instruction I followed.
I cracked my head trying to find something wrong.
But nothing came.
Nothing.
That scared me more.
If I couldn't remember a mistake… did that mean I was careless? Or that someone was careful?
I exhaled slowly and left the restroom.
Not to Victor's office.
To mine.
If there was an answer, it would be in my system.
