"Do you believe that the truth will ever be revealed?" Alex's calm but challenging voice cut through the tension in the room.
Jemma stopped in her tracks, her fingers still gripping the whiskey crystal decanter. Her expression, as composed as ever, showed the tiniest hint of uncertainty. It was sufficient to verify that Alex had touched a nerve.
The air was heavy with unsaid accusations as I stood near the doorway. I wasn't going to get in the way of Alex's moment. His arms rested carelessly on the armrests as he sat back in the leather chair, but his manner was everything but laid-back. For the first time, Jemma didn't appear to be so untouchable as he fixed his piercing eyes on her.
Jemma forced a smile and ultimately said, "Alex." "I don't understand what you're saying."
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