Rachel had orchestrated everything like a master manipulator, weaving a web so intricate that even those who thought they had power were mere pawns in her game. The weight of Mr. Timothy’s confession still hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Every detail, every calculated move, had been designed to control, to dominate, and to eliminate any threats to her ambitions.
I could still hear his voice, shaky and burdened with regret. He had been trapped, just as I was now, bound by Rachel’s ability to turn situations in her favor. But unlike him, I refused to be a puppet.
Silence filled the room, stretching between us like an abyss. I looked at Mr. Timothy, his eyes hollow, his hands clenched into fists as if trying to physically hold himself together. He had given me the truth, but what wa
