Despite the internal fireworks going off, Isla kept her expression perfectly composed respectful, obedient, no trace of foul play whatsoever.
But her eyes were a little too bright, a little too satisfied.
I had the perfect alibi ready I stirred it right in front of everyone, so there's no way I could've slipped anything in. And that wasabi packet is already buried in the trash. No fingerprints, no evidence, nothing.
He'll never suspect a thing.
Grayson didn't look up. He kept flipping through the documents with one hand and reached for the cup with the other.
Just as he lifted it, his hand clipped the edge of the coaster, and the cup tilted sharply.
Isla lunged to catch it but hesitated, worried touching the rim would make him ask for a replacement cup entirely. Instead her fingers g
