Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
My eyes narrowed. “The only reason I care about Olivia is because she came here on my behalf. She looked into financials thatyoushould’ve been checking. She put herself in danger because this branch is rotten from the inside. You let it happen.”
“She didn’t tellme,” Jimson shouted, his mask slipping. “She didn’t report it toanyoneofficial. She just wanted to show off in front of you!”
“She didn’t trust you,” I snapped. “And now I understand why!”
Jimson stepped forward. “Even if she found something-there’s protocol. She should’ve come tome! Not go around acting like some damned investigator!”
But before I could reply to Jimson, a weak female voice cut through the silence from the doorway, quiet but firm enough to freeze every movement in the room.
“The mole is… Jimson.”
Olivia’s POV
The room fell into a stunned silence when I appeared at the doorway-soaked, bruised, and barely able to stand. My clothes clung to me, dripping saltwater onto the marble floor. The blood from my thigh had soaked through the towel I’d tied around it, staining it a deep rust-red.
I met dozens of eyes. Confused. Alarmed. Guilty.
Then I saw him.
Alexander moved first. His face twisted with disbelief, then tightened with concern as he strode toward me. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low but sharp, like he wasn’t sure if he believed what he was seeing.
“I’m lucky I didn’t die,” I answered, my voice hoarse. “That’s the best thing I can say right now!”
His hand reached out to steady me, eyes catching the makeshift bandage on my thigh. “You’re bleeding. Let’s get you to the hospital first.”
“It’s okay. Hospital can wait,” I muttered. “I want to finish this first.”
He didn’t argue. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist and, without hesitation, lifted me off my feet. I wasn’t expecting it-his arms were warm and strong, his scent familiar in a way that made my chest ache. The room was dead quiet as he slowly helped me forward.
I glanced around. People parted for us like waves, but my eyes stopped at Jess. She stood with a cell phone clutched in her hand, her eyes red from crying, yet glaring at me as if I were a curse that wouldn’t die. Her bottom lip trembled.
I turned away.
Jimson’s face was blank, frozen in some twisted mix of horror and disbelief.
I looked right at him. “Still going to pretend you had nothing to do with it?”
Jimson scoffed, trying to act composed. “You’ve got the wrong guy. Looks like you’re just trying to ruin her reputation in front of Alexander.”
That low blow hit Jess like a slap. Her jaw clenched, and she stepped forward, eyes shining. “You’re such a liar,” she snapped, voice cracking. “She’s just acting-trying to win everyone’s sympathy!”
“Enough,” Alexander said coldly, not even glancing at her. “Jess, your jealousy is no longer excusable. You’ve crossed the line.”
Jess opened her mouth again but closed it just as fast, stunned silent.
I sighed. “Jess isn’t the problem right now” I looked back at Jimson. “You really think you were alone in that house with me?”
His confidence slipped, barely noticeable. Just a flicker in his eyes, a twitch in his lip. He straightened his spine.
“You’re making things up.”
“I left a tape recorder,” I said, tone calm but firm. “It’s voice- activated and can record up to forty-eight hours. It’s been running since yesterday. Everything-your conversation with
John, the threats, the entire disgusting mess-is on it.”
Yve, who was quiet until she whispered,”Are you bluffing.”
“Of course I am.It’s the only way to break him.”
“Do you think he’ll crack?”
“He has to.”
Alexander tilted his head. “Where is the recorder?”
“At the old seaside mansion. I can draw a map.”
“No need,” Alexander said, eyes locked on Jimson. “John already confessed it’s his property. Gai is retrieving the recorder now.”
Chapin 35
That was a twist I hadn’t expected-but a welcome one.
Jimson’s face visibly stiffened.
The tension in the room spiked like a live wire. Several people exchanged glances. Whispers filled the background. I saw the panic starting to bloom on some faces. But Jimson… Jimson still played the calm card.
“You’re grasping at straws,” he said. “Even if you have something, it can be edited. Fake. Anyone can record voices these days!”
“You think I don’t know that?” I said, voice colder. “Which is why the recorder uploads audio to the cloud every ten minutes.
Nothing you say now can undo what’s already on file.”
That was lie number two.
Alexander pulled out his phone and gestured to the others in the room. “If Olivia’s telling the truth-and I believe she is this recording will make national headlines. You still want to stand by your story?”
One by one, others in the room reached for their phones too, cameras aimed at Jimson.
I turned slightly. “Alpha, do you have a laptop or a computer?”
“I’ll have one brought in.”
Popter 43
He gave a short command. Within minutes, a sleek black laptop was placed on the table beside me.
Jimson’s composure fractured.
He stared at the laptop like it was a live bomb.
“I can give you the login,” I said sweetly. “We can listen together.”
“I-” he started, but the words died in his throat. He glanced at the door like he was calculating escape routes. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His shoulders started to hunch as if his body was collapsing under the weight of the lie.
“I don’t think you’re that smart, Jimson,” I said, quiet and slow.
“But I think you’re scared. And now you should be.”
His hand shot out and grabbed the laptop-not to destroy it, but to clutch it like a beggar clings to his last meal.
His lips trembled as he turned to me. “Let’s… settle this privately.”
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