Chapter 5 - The Tactical Retreat
Which brought us back to the shattered glass, the fallen fiancée, and Garrett staring dead into my eyes.
"Go home for the night," Garrett repeated, his voice cold, quiet, and completely unreadable.
Madison smiled from the floor, wiping a fake tear from her cheek, entirely convinced that the billionaire had just blindly taken her side and fired me for insubordination.
I didn't argue. I didn't scream about the poison. I maintained my absolute, cinematic composure.
"Yes, sir," I replied softly.
I picked up my serving tray—which still held the white linen napkin and the poisoned teacup hidden safely beneath it—and walked calmly out of the heavy double doors.
But I didn't go home.
The second the doors closed, I sprinted down the back service corridor toward the security control room. I found Marcus, Garrett’s towering head of security. I didn't just hand him the poisoned cup in a sterile evidence bag. I also handed him my smartphone.
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Before I had swapped the cups, I had leaned my phone against the floral arrangement on the service cart, recording a crystal-clear, high-definition video of Madison slipping the blue powder into the tea.
👉 I waited in the dark hallway, my heart pounding violently, as Garrett finally turned his attention back to his weeping fiancée.
