My throat felt dry. “That isn’t true,” I said, taking a step back.

“Be quiet,” Victoria snapped, not even looking at me.

She kept her eyes locked on Andrew.

“You are being set up, Andrew,” she said, reaching into her bag. “And I have the proof right here.”

She pulled a sleek, silver tablet from her designer bag.

The screen glowed, casting a pale blue light over her manicured fingers.

She tapped the glass and turned the screen toward Andrew.

“This is from the security feed outside your private office two weeks ago,” Victoria said, her voice smooth and cold.

I leaned forward, my chest tightening as I looked at the display.

The video showed the dim hallway outside the executive suite.

On the screen, I appeared from the shadow of the stairwell.

In the footage, I was holding a thick manila folder and looking around nervously before sliding a keycard into the reader.

“She didn’t just happen to meet you in the lounge that night, Andrew,” Victoria said, sliding her finger across the screen to zoom in on my face.