Edward's Point Of View
"How did she manage to do that?"
The question emerged quieter than I intended, barely more than a whisper cutting through the tension in the room.
But it wasn't weak, far from it. The words carried an edge, sharp and precise. Controlled, deliberate… the kind of question that demanded an answer and wouldn't accept evasion.
Simon let out a harsh, humorless laugh that scraped against the silence. "And how the hell am I supposed to know that?!" he snapped, throwing his hands in the air with a violence that made me flinch internally. "Do I look like I was inside her head? All I know is—"
He jabbed a finger against his chest, the gesture almost violent in its intensity.
"I'm fired."
The word landed between us like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples of implication in every direction. Louder this time. Final. Irrevocable. "And remember what I promised you the day you asked this of me." His voice dropped, each word carefully weighted.
