"Your parents—" Zachary started.
"Dad, Mom!"
Rebecca's voice cut through the space like a clean break in tension.
She walked in with slow confidence, champagne flute in hand, heels clicking softly against the floor as if she already owned every step she took. Her eyes moved straight to Cameron and Zachary.
"Mr. Smith is waiting on the second floor," she said smoothly. "He wants to speak with both of you."
Cameron and Zachary exchanged a glance. Then both of them looked at me at the same time.
"Ms. Stovall," Cameron said politely, "please excuse us. If you need anything, you can speak to Rebecca."
Zachary nodded once in agreement, then followed Cameron upstairs.
Just like that, they left.
And I was left alone with Rebecca.
The air shifted the moment they were gone.
Rebecca tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was something she had already decided the outcome of. "Ms. Stovall, shall we talk?"
