Salome’s POV
“She was the one,” Barnabas muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he looked at the floor. “I’m not trying to say Portia is innocent. My mother never would have pushed it this far if someone hadn't been whispering in her ear and pulling the strings.”
I crossed my arms, feeling the cold draft from the window. “Was it blackmail, then? Or did Portia just offer her a prize she couldn’t turn down?”
“A bit of both, probably,” he said. He looked up, his eyes catching the light from my phone. “I know you’re recording this, Salome. I’m not an idiot.”
I didn't flinch. I just tilted the screen toward him a fraction more. “I’m glad you know. This is my insurance. If anyone tries to rewrite history or drag my name through the mud again, the press gets the full audio.”
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