Nova's POV
The security door opened and Jordan walked in. “Do you have it ready?”
“Yes, sir.” The guard tapped on the keyboard, then moved the mouse and one of the videos on the screen popped up.
The clip played. The first few seconds rolled by with me standing by the stove holding a spoon in one hand. Jordan folded his arms beside me while the guard pressed something to make the video play faster.
“Stop,” Jordan ordered sharply. “There.”
The guard paused the video. My breath caught and I felt myself go weak.
Juliana was in the kitchen, standing by the counter as I left. She looked around nervously, missing the hidden camera by inches and quickly opened the pit lid. She picked the salt container and doused the food with it.
Every last drop. She looked up as if she heard something
