(Aurora's POV)
A strange calm settled over me. The panic that had threatened to suffocate me earlier evaporated, replaced by cold, analytical clarity. I frowned slightly, my eyes tracking Director Harrison's gaze as I scanned the faces in the conference room.
My mind raced. Who framed me?
It wasn't Charlie. He was a weasel who would sell out his own mother for a promotion, but he was a coward. He didn't have the guts for arson.
It wasn't Sylvia. She had clocked out early, her alibi solid.
The others? I barely spoke to them. Why would they risk a felony just to hurt someone they hardly knew?
My gaze sharpened, hunting for a c***k in the facade. It swept past the managers and landed in the far corner.
Simon Zayne.
The usually quiet technician was hunched over in his chair, making him
