The room stayed quiet after the first three lines.
Not empty quiet.
Not polite quiet.
The kind that presses on your skin because everyone knows something important just moved and nobody wants to scare it away.
Kleo kept the pen in her hand.
Vincent had her paper now, but Steven had already slid another blank sheet toward her before anyone asked.
Of course he had.
“Blue room,” Lucien repeated, leaning closer without touching the desk. “What does that mean?”
Kleo stared at the second page.
“I don’t know what they called it officially,” sabi niya. “Sa amin, blue room lang. Dark walls. Blue lamps. Private table. No cameras that people can see.”
“That last part is disgusting,” muttered Kianna from the doorway.
“Welcome to rich crime,” sabi Gavin.
Vivian crossed her arms and kept her
