CHAPTER TWELVE
Jasmine stared at the woman across from her. For a moment, neither spoke. The café buzzed with normal life around them. Coffee machines hissed. Cups clinked against saucers. People laughed at nearby tables, yet somehow the air between them felt heavy and dangerous.
The woman kept glancing over her shoulder as if expecting someone to appear, as if fear had become a habit.
Jasmine understood that look, Natalie had worn it for months.
"What happened?" Jasmine asked quietly.
The woman's fingers tightened around her coffee cup. "My name is Olivia."
Olivia swallowed, then laughed softly. "I haven't said this out loud in years."
Jasmine's chest tightened, and Olivia looked down at the table. "I worked directly under Richard."
The words immediately made Jasmine sit straighte
