Lucy’s POV
My pulse thundered in my ears as Adrian pulled out his phone.
“Dean,” he said firmly, “before you make a decision, you need to see this.”
My stomach twisted. The recording. The one I sent him last night—before I stormed out, before everything between us cracked. He still had it?
Dean Fielder raised an eyebrow. “Evidence? Then play it.”
Adrian tapped his screen, and Samantha shifted nervously in her seat. The room fell silent except for the tinny sound of my own voice echoing through the recording. Every word, every manipulation Samantha had thrown at me, every scheme she and Liam had carried out, and the break-in spilt into the office.
The Dean’s face hardened with each second. I sat frozen, my palms sweaty, my eyes burning. When the recording ended, the silence was deafen
