Keifers POV ♱♱♱♱♱♱♱
The office was quiet.
Too quiet.
I sat at my desk, the city stretching out beyond the glass, blurred by the faint reflection staring back at me.
Myself.
Composed.
Unbothered.
That's what they would see.
That's what I've always let them see.
My fingers tapped once against the surface before going still again.
I didn't have work open.
Didn't need it.
Because my mind wasn't on business.
It hadn't been for a while.
Not since her.
Jay.
Even thinking her name felt like stepping into something I shouldn't.
Something I couldn't afford.
And yet—
I didn't stop.
I leaned back slightly, eyes drifting shut for just a second.
Her voice.
Sharp. Controlled.
The way she looks at people when she's analyzing them—like she's already three steps ahead.
Like she already knows the answer and is just waiting for you to catch up.
It should've been irritating.
It should've made her a problem.
Instead—
It made her impossible to ignore.
A quiet breath left me.
"…You're going to be the end of me," I muttered under my breath.
Not dramatic.
Not exaggerated.
Just… true.
Because if it ever came down to it—
If there was a line—
I already knew which side I'd fall on.
And it wouldn't be the safe one.
It wouldn't be the smart one.
It would be hers.
Always hers.
My jaw tightened slightly at the thought.
Dangerous.
That kind of thinking was dangerous.
I've spent too long controlling everything—every move, every word, every outcome.
One person shouldn't be enough to undo that.
But she was getting close.
Too close.
And now—
Now things were shifting.
I could feel it.
Not in the investigation.
Not directly.
But in the way people were starting to look.
The way questions were being asked.
More precise.
More intentional.
Someone was getting closer.
And I didn't like it.
My gaze drifted back to the reflection in the glass.
Steady.
Unshaken.
But behind that—
Calculation.
Always calculation.
I had accounted for everything that night.
Every movement.
Every second.
Every risk.
There were no loose ends.
There couldn't be.
And yet—
Something felt off.
A pause.
Small.
Barely there.
But enough.
Enough to matter.
My fingers curled slightly against the desk.
"…Yuri."
The name came out quieter than expected.
Because if there was one person—
One variable I couldn't fully predict—
It was him.
Too observant.
Too quiet.
Too aware of things he shouldn't notice.
I exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing just slightly.
There had been moments.
Small ones.
A look held too long.
A comment that didn't quite fit.
Like he was… testing something.
Or waiting.
And that feeling—
That subtle, persistent feeling—
That he knew something.
Something he shouldn't.
My expression hardened.
Because that wasn't the part that bothered me most.
No—
What bothered me…
Is that I know what he does.
However.
He doesent know.
It's a game of who wins, and who loses.
I will win for Jay.
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Yuri POV ꥟꥟꥟꥟
Jay knows.
The realization hadn't been sudden.
It hadn't been dramatic.
It had been quiet.
Gradual.
Confirmed piece by piece until there was nothing left to question.
I leaned back in my chair, one leg crossed over the other, phone resting loosely in my hand.
The screen was dark now.
But I didn't need to look at it again.
I had already seen enough.
More than enough.
Her room had been still.
Silent.
Just like her.
Standing there.
Thinking.
Processing.
And then—
Those words.
Quiet.
Certain.
"It's him."
A small smile tugged at my lips.
Not out of amusement.
Not really.
Just… acknowledgment.
She figured it out faster than I expected.
That was impressive.
Dangerous.
But impressive.
My gaze lifted slightly, unfocused now.
Because the more interesting part wasn't Jay.
It never really was.
It was him.
Keifer.
My fingers tightened slightly around the phone.
He doesn't know.
About the cameras.
About what I've seen.
About how much I know.
And yet—
He's not stupid.
Far from it.
There's a chance—
A small one—
That he's starting to feel it.
That shift.
That pressure.
That something isn't entirely in his control anymore.
Another small smile.
That wouldn't bother me.
Not yet.
Because I wasn't here to expose him.
If I wanted to—
I could've done that already.
Easily.
Cleanly.
No mess.
No complications.
But I didn't.
And I wouldn't.
My gaze softened slightly, though there was nothing gentle about the thought behind it.
Not when it came to him.
Never careless.
Never temporary.
This wasn't something I was willing to lose.
Which meant—
Jay had to go.
Not permanently.
Not like that.
I wasn't reckless.
But she was a problem now.
A growing one.
And problems needed to be handled.
Carefully.
Precisely.
My thumb tapped lightly against the side of my phone.
She's disciplined.
Professional.
Careful with her image.
Which meant all I had to do…
Was break that.
Slowly.
Subtly.
Push her just enough.
Let her slip.
Let her cross a line she couldn't come back from.
And once she did—
Once there was proof—
Her position would collapse on its own.
No credibility.
No authority.
No case.
And Keifer—
Would be safe again.
My eyes lowered slightly, expression unreadable now.
There were many ways to do it.
Many angles to take.
But one stood out more than the others.
The most effective one.
The one she wouldn't expect.
A quiet breath left me.
"Let's see how far you're willing to go… detective."
Because if she thought she could carry the truth—
And keep everything else intact—
She was wrong.
And I was going to make sure she realized that.
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