Beth walked into that room like she already knew how the story would end. Her posture was calm, her eyes were sharp, and every question she fired at Beulah felt less like curiosity and more like a carefully sharpened blade. She wasn't just asking for answers. She was building a case.
And for a while, it worked.
Beulah looked cornered. Her confidence seemed to crack under the pressure, and the room slowly turned into Beth's battlefield.
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