The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across my apartment as I paced back and forth, the weight of my decisions heavy on my shoulders. I had finally agreed to meet Evelyn again, and this time, I was determined to extract the truth from her. I had to know what she wanted from me, and why she had so suddenly positioned herself as a potential ally.
As I waited for her to arrive, a knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. What if she saw through my facade? What if she realized I was merely pretending to be on her side? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I steeled myself. I had to keep my guard up.
The door swung open, and Evelyn stepped inside, her presence commanding yet unwelcoming. She wore a tailored navy suit, her hair slicked back, exuding a businesslike air that
