Gabrielle couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with Evelyn. She watched the woman carefully as she sat across from Matthew in his office, her posture impeccable, and her gaze never leaving him.
There was something in the way Evelyn carried herself, something too polished, too controlled. It was as if she had anticipated every moment, every word, every movement, like she was playing a part.
The air in the room felt heavier, and Gabrielle instinctively stepped back as she watched the two of them interact. Matthew, usually so composed, had an unreadable expression on his face as he listened to Evelyn’s carefully crafted answers to his questions. He didn’t seem convinced, but he also didn’t seem alarmed.
Gabrielle's gut twisted with unease.
After a few minutes, the intervie
