Erick
I sat behind my desk, watching Sophia with an unreadable expression as she delivered the last line with calm precision.
“Sonya thought she could frame me. But now, she has herself to blame.”
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
“Good,” I said under my breath, tapping the side of my phone. “Play it.”
Sophia handed me her phone. I placed it on my desk and pressed play.
The recording began with the soft sound of footsteps. Then silence. A faint, dramatic grunt followed. Then Sonya’s voice—soft, exaggerated, and completely unconvincing.
“Oh… my stomach…”
I raised an eyebrow, letting the sound wash over me. The recording went on for another few seconds before I heard Sophia’s measured voice asking if she needed help, and then—
The unmistakable sound of movement, a thud,
