-Maya’s POV-


    Sometimes I think I make very bad decisions. An example was looking into thatpartment, another would be taking the files and running. I don’t exac


    I hadn’t thought.


    I just took them and ran. There was no way. My head was spiraling and I was seconds away from having a breakdown..


    How?


    Why?


    Different questions were running through my head. At least I managed to hand Ms. Edwards something we could work onter before bolting out. She


    had given me so many passes and there were zero ns on doing anything to get on her wrong side. Now, I just needed answers.


    The silence in Natalia’s office stretched, thick


    and suffocating. She sat opposite me, glued to the photos spread on the coffee table. Her expression mirrored the look of


    pure, unadulterated horror that had contorted my face moments ago when I first saw them.


    “Say something.” I finally choked out, my voice hoarse. She hadn’t moved, her eyes still fixed on the incriminating pictures. This was why she was my be


    worn book, decipher the tangled mess of confusion churning in my head. But this time, even she didn’t have the answers.


    Slowly, Natalia lifted her gaze, meeting mine. “I know you,” she started, her voice hesitant. “Well enough to know you wouldn’t do this. But… how? It loo


    “Real?” I supplied, my voice a


    ragged rasp. Real. That was the word. Those pictures looked terrifyingly real, depicting a scene that never happened, a betrayal I would nevermit. A


    a horrifying connection between seemingly unrted events.


    “The trashed house,” I whispered, the pieces clicking into ce. “Adrian’s house. It was trashed when I went there after Alex… after Alex rejected me.” T


    blow. The sudden shift in Alex’s behavior, the cold rejection that had left me reeling–it all made a twisted kind of sense.


    Before I could fully process the revtion, the words tumbled out, spilling from my lips like a dam bursting, “Oh my god,” I breathed, the


    I words a desperate plea for someone, anyone, to understand. “He thinks I cheated. He thinks I cheated on him with Adrian.”


    The words echoed in the small office, bouncing off the walls and amplifying


    the tremor in my voice. Tears pricked at my eyes, blurring my vision. Before I could fully copse, Natalia’s handnded on mine, a solid anchor in the st


    “Shh,” she soothed, her voice calm amidst the chaos. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out. There has to be some exnation. Because I know for a fact, you w


    Her words,ced with unwavering belief, were a lifeline thrown into the churning sea


    of despair. Gratitude flooded me, warming the cold dread that had gripped my heart. I clung to her words, a desperate boat clinging to a piece of driftwoo


    we prove it? How do we exin these pictures? I didn’t do this. And “You’re right,” I forced myself to say. “I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. But how do we he never


    She didn’t have an answer, a fact reflected in the crease of worry etching itself onto her forehead. But her hand remained sped firmly in mine, a silent


    formed and desperate, but none of them felt substantial enough tobat the fabricated reality staring back at us from the table.


    “The only exnation is that someone framed you,” she broke the silence her voice low and serious. “And whoever it is, they’re damn good


    at it.”


    She furrowed her brow, frustration etching lines onto her forehead.


    ut it still doesn’t make sense. Why would Alex just jump to rejection? Why wouldn’t he even try to talk to you, find out if there was any truth to


    these pictures?”


    I slumped further into the chair, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. A groan escaped


    my lips. “He’s going to know I took the files,” I mumbled, dread creeping into my voice. “He has cameras in that ce. We used to…” My cheeks burned


    blush rose up my neck. “He used to you know… and then we would watch.”


    She let out a humorless


    snort. “Yeah, yeah,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll get back to how much of a freak you areter. Right now, we need to figure out who the


    little chat with Alex. Preferably with my ws out.”


    I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at herst statement. Even in this mess, Natalia’s loyalty and fierce protectiveness were a source offort. But t


    settled back in.


    Natalia seemed to sense my fear. “Don’t worry,” she said, cing a hand on my arm. “We’ll figure this out. We just need to think logically. How did


    these pictures get created? Who would have ess to them? And most importantly, who would benefit from framing you?”


    Her words echoed in my mind.


    Who would benefit?


    The answer, frustratingly, remained elusive. Adrian? It seemed illogical. He got his life torm apart and he ended up in jail. The painful thought crossed


    my mind. Alex had thrown their friendship away because of a lie and if so, Adrian had every right to want revenge.


    “What if we can’t prove I’m innocent?” I finally asked, my voice cracking slightly.


    Natalia reached across the table and squeezed my hand tightly. “We will prove you’re innocent,” she said with unwavering conviction. “And we are doing


    “You think I should go put them back?” I blurted out, the thought of the missing files adding anotheryer of anxiety to the already precarious situation.


    She scoffed. “Absolutely not! Let him see that you took them. What’s the worst he c pictures in the first ce.”


    do? He’s already acting like a jerk for believing these


    She picked up a photo again, scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes. “Do you recognize this location? Where is this even taken?”


    Dread pooled in my stomach as I shook my head. I had scanned the pictures earlier, searching for anything


    familiar, anything that might jog my memory, but they werepletely foreign. “No, I don’t,” I admitted. “I have no idea where that ce could be.”


    Shefrowned, flipping through the rest of the photos. Each one depicted the same scene –


    a luxuriously furnished living room, me and Adrian in variouspromising positions. But none of it felt real. The furniture arrangement was unfamiliar, t


    “This is creepy,” She muttered, her voiceced with concern. “These pictures are obviously fake, but how did someone manage to fabricate something s


    Silence descended upon the room once more, thick with unanswered questions. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, suffocating. Every pas


    We spent the next hour meticulously examining each photo. We checked the background for any recognizablendmarks, the furniture for any brand log


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    obvious clues.


    “This is getting us nowhere,” Natalia sighed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “We need a fresh perspective, someone who can approach this obje


    I nodded frantically, mirroring Natalia’s urgency. Hiring a private investigator felt extreme, but the situation demanded drastic measures. Just as I was ab


    My breath hitched as I instinctively reached for it. A notification pulsed on the screen, a tiny red icon screaming for attention. With trembling fingers, I unlo


    A video began to y – a grainy, low–


    resolution clip that sent a jolt of terror through me. It was me, sprinting out of Alex’s office, the stolen files clutched tightly in my hand.


    But the true horror unfolded d after the video ended. Below it, a chilling message burned into the screen: “I have been watching you, Amaya Stone. Or s


    A second message followed, each word dripping with malice: “You cannot hide from me.”