Emma sat on Kane’s couch, the damning video still playing on loop in her mind. Jessica had given them until Friday, just four days, to confess to the dean, or she would destroy them both.
Kane stopped pacing and turned to her, his expression a mix of fury and sharp calculation.
“We don’t panic,” he said firmly. “We play smarter.”
Emma looked up at him, arms wrapped tightly around herself. “How? She has a video of us kissing in your office. That’s not speculation anymore.”
Kane sat on the coffee table directly in front of her, taking both her hands in his. “Jessica doesn’t want justice. She wants me. She’s been trying to get my attention since the first week of class. I turned her down for private mentoring. That bruised her ego. Now she’s using you to hurt me.”
“So what do we do?” Emm
