"And you." I turned to the livestreamer. "Filming in a faculty office without permission. Privacy infringement. Believe me, I can have security here in two minutes to escort you out."
The color drained from her face.
Sensing the momentum shift, Georgia wept harder. "Ms. Matthews, how can you be so cruel? I only came to you because I had no way out. If Mr. Sawyer would just take responsibility, I wouldn't be here…"
"Take responsibility?" I rose, smoothing my skirt. "For what? For something he never did?"
I rounded the desk, closing the distance until barely a foot separated us.
"Georgia. Look me in the eye and tell me the truth." My voice was quiet now. Dangerous. "Is the child in your belly really Dominic Sawyer's?"
Her gaze flickered—just for a heartbeat—before hardening. "Of course it is!"
"Is that so?"
A smile curved my lips. Slow. Razor-edged.
"Then tell me: that night, what color underwear was Dominic wearing?"
The office fell into dead silence.
Even the scrolling comments seemed to freeze.
Georgia stood there, mouth hanging open, unable to make a sound.
"What's wrong? You don't remember?" I stepped closer. "Or did you never see it at all?"
"I… I was drunk at the time…" she stammered.
"Drunk, yet you remember he forced you?" My head tilted. "Drunk, yet you're absolutely certain the child is his?"
Alex exploded. "Anna Matthews! Stop trying to change the subject! The evidence is right there, and you're still trying to twist words?"
"A few blurry photos constitute a conviction?" I let out a dry laugh. "By that logic, if I snap a picture of you standing next to a woman on the street, I can claim you raped her?"
"You—!"
"Furthermore." My voice cut through his sputtering. "How did you obtain hotel surveillance footage? High-end hotels don't exactly hand out security tapes to random strangers."
His mouth opened. Closed. Nothing came out.
Georgia rushed to fill the silence. "My roommate… she helped me find connections…"
"Oh?" I swung my gaze to the girl still clutching the phone. "Does your family own the hotel chain? Or are you personal friends with the CEO?"
The roommate stared at the floor, shuffling her feet. "My… my cousin works there…"