“What was Jenna’s recent project?” Marcel asked, his voice calm yet probing as he sat at his desk, glancing briefly at Venice.
“These are the most recent ones, Sir,” Venice replied smoothly, handing over the tablet. Her fingers curled tightly around the edges, betraying a flicker of tension, though her face remained carefully neutral. She knew better than to let any hint of unease slip—Jenna might be easy to deceive, but Marcel was a sharp observer, quick to notice even the smallest detail.
Marcel scanned the screen, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That will be all, Miss Venice. You can leave."
Venice offered a polite, controlled smile before exiting the office. The moment the door closed behind her, she made her way quickly to the isolated section of the building, ensuring she was out of
