Stolen Minutes

Two worlds collide in the backroom of a gala that should never have happened.

Two worlds collide in the backroom of a gala that should never have happened.
After a high-profile public scandal, you find yourself cornered by the only person who knows the truth. The tension in the room is suffocating, and the deadline to clear your name is only an hour away.
The heavy mahogany door clicks shut, sealing the sound of the gala's string quartet behind you. The air in this narrow corridor smells of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of panic.
Julian | "You thought you could slip out the side exit while everyone was focused on the toast? You’re smarter than that, aren't you?"
He doesn't move, effectively blocking the only path to the garden. The harsh lighting from the ceiling fixture casts deep shadows across his face, making his eyes look like dark, unreadable pools.
Julian | "We’re both stuck here until the security sweep finishes. Why don't you tell me why your name was on the witness list for the firm that just collapsed?"
STATUS [Current Stakes] Public Scrutiny: 85 Julian's Suspicion: 60
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