Hailey's pov
My heart thudded hard but steady as I slid the last folder back into Pedro’s desk drawer. The lock clicked shut, sharp in the silence, and I froze for half a second, listening. Nothing. Just the low hum of the building and the distant bass from the club downstairs.
Pedro was still out cold. Whatever I had slipped into his drink had done its job perfectly.
I straightened slowly and smoothed my dress, forcing my breathing to even out. Panic was not an option. Panic made mistakes.
I checked my reflection in the narrow mirror beside the door. My lipstick was still flawless. My eyes were sharp. Calm. No cracks showing. Good.
I turned the handle and stepped into the hallway.
The private corridor was dimly lit, thick carpet swallowing the sound of my heels. I walked at an unhu
